Monday 24 January 2011

Happy Birthday Rabbie Burns

It's always a memorable day for any boy lucky enough to get a bicycle for his birthday. He'll recall the day for the rest of his life. But he'd better look after his new machine.



Yes, it's here again. Tomorrow is poet Robert Burns' birthday and it goes without saying that any Scot worth his haggis and tatties will be out there celebrating, or at least having a wee after-dinner nip. With a little help from the Bard of Avon the party goers have taken to their bicycles. Who says there's no cross-border culture! Have a good one. Och aye!




The new bike

When bicycles crash in the wall,
And Ed from Airdrie breaks his chain,
And dog chases Tam into the hole,
And Rab comes limping home so pale,
The new Rudge chipped, and makes his howl,
Mam rightly swings the bloody towel,
He spits,
But what! a molar out,
While sister Joan fills up the bath.

When sorry boys to bathroom go,
And roughly frown on bruises raw,
And dog sits dribbling from the jaw,
And Mary strokes his head and paw,
Chain smoking Dad spits in the coal,
Mam rightly swings the bloody towel,
He spits,
But what! a molar out,
While sister Joan fills up the bath.
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gw2011

4 comments:

  1. Love it, love it, love it. Hate haggis. Missed the Burns Night party because of an upset tummy.

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  2. Thanks Pat. I've tidied it up a wee bit. Hope your tum's better.

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  3. Thank you John, I'll have a wee dram tonight. There's a programme on ORFTV about how intelligent crows are.

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