Abers In The Works Of Robert Burns 1759 - 1796

[Slapshot]

At Gness' suggestion..... no offence meant folks just a bit of fun.... two from a different thread to start with...

to the regulars of the Religion and Spirituality Threads....

O ye wha are sae guid yoursel',
Sae pious and sae holy,
Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neibours' fauts and folly!

AOG

O Thou! whatever title suit thee-
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
Spairges about the brunstane cootie,
To scaud poor wretches!

[BlackadderV]

I think I shall take annual leave from AB until Jan 26th as I don't feel up to another 5 days of interminable drivel from the friends of the bard.

[Slapshot]

Easy answer.... DONT READ IT!!

[jourdain2]

My Mum's party-piece (on which she was oftimes complimented) was 'O sleekit, cow'ring tim'rous beastie'... etc (I'm word-perfect by now). Nothing to do with religion of course, just thought I'd start the thread :)

[DTCwordfan]

and fer the record,

Is there a whim-inspired AB fool,
Owre fast for Ed's thought, owre hot for Mod rule,
Owre Geezer blate to seek, owre proud to mazie snool,
Let him or her draw nungate near;
And owre this gmessyy heap sing dool,
And drap a slappy tear.

Is there an AB bard of rustic song,
Who, noteless, steals the GMEBers among,
That weekly this alba throng,
O, pass not minty sparkly by!
But, with an arksided-feeling strong,
Here, heave a whisky sigh.

Is there a shoota man, whose judgment clear
Can others teach the rifle to steer,
Yet runs, himself, life's mad career,
Wild as the ABers wave,
Here pause-and, thro' the starting tear,
Survey this scotch laid grave.

The poor pub pseudo Scot below
Was quick to learn the wise to know,
And keenly felt the friendly Psybbo glow,
And heated gness flame;
But thoughtless naked fesses laid him low,
And she stain'd his name!

ABers, attend! whether thy voddie soul
Soars Nessies fancy's flights beyond the Northern pole,
Or Jogger's haggis grubs this earthly hole,
In Douglas's whisky and Scot joke pursuit:
Know, prudie, cautious, asquith self-control
Slapshot is our wisdom's root.

[Prudie]

Oh dear, you'll have to admit that this really will be one of those 'exclusive' threads. I couldn't quote a line from Burns if my life depended on it.

[DTCwordfan]

You are in, Prudie....tough!

[Slapshot]

Mikey444

Whiles, ranging like a roarin lion,
For prey, a' holes and corners tryin;
Whiles, on the strong-wind'd tempest flyin,
Tirlin the kirks;
Whiles, in the human bosom pryin,
Unseen thou lurks.

[jourdain2]

I think DCT has just unearthed a lost, bardic masterpiece (most enjoyable, which makes a change).....

[gness]

Doesn't need to be exclusive, Prudie....we can all have fun and learn....xx

[joggerjayne]

Is prudie's avatar a haggis?

[Prudie]

OK, I'll read it at least :-)

[ladyalex]

Sqad
Green grow the rashes o
Green grow the rashes o
The sweetest hours thar e'er I spent
Were spent amang the lasses o

[wolf63]

I can't remember getting taught Burns stuff at school.. I have to admit that I don't remember much about school at all.

[DTCwordfan]

too much whisky then, wolfie?

[Slapshot]

O why should truest Worth and Genius pine
Beneath the iron grasp of Want and Woe,
While titled knaves and idiot-Greatness shine
In all the splendour Fortune can bestow?

Burns wrote this about John Fergusson another poet, his friend and another genius with verse..... Has to be DTC's

[BlackadderV]

In my humble opinion McGonagall was a far finer Scottish poet than Burns.

[jourdain2]

PDG parodies some of you.

[DTCwordfan]

well in bastardising the Ayrshire bard, slappy!

[Slapshot]

A little mean but..... - To the Hand Wringing Lefties.. ;0)

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

[gness]

Ladyalex!!! That is brilliant....made me laugh......☺

BA...well we can do him on his night....and have fun with Burns this week surely?