To all the Scottish people out there....Ode to the bard

[BaZa®]

Everywhere Scots have settled around the world, they have brought four things:
A love of swearing, bad spelling of the ENGLISH language, whisky and a passion for the poetry of Robert Burns.


250 years ago Robbie Burns was born and this weekend people all around the world will be celebrating that with haggis neeps and tatties.

If you are ordinary working class this will be your dinner if you have managed to catch one:




But if you're posh like Dantheman this will be how Anita will present it:

Ode to the Bard


Now me heart's nae Scottish
But aye it yearnes
To celebrate th' life
of the Bard Rabbie Burns

Th' life of this Poet
Is a'far from a waste
See long after he's dead
His rhymin's make haste

So enter ye haggis!
Th' sausage of pluck -
Heart, liver an' lung bits
Oats, onion an' stock

So enter ye toasts!
To the lassies so fair
To their wonderfu' cookin'
(Aye, me belly's aware!)

So enter ye poets!
wi' your fav'rite Burns slur
To a Mouse, To a Louse
And the great Tam O'Shanter

Nowe comin' this Sunday
Oppr'tunity awaits
To celebrate th' Bard
An' his lyrical states

Go finde your own way
(Wi' a book or a play?)
To celebrate Rabbie
And his grande birthday

Ode to the Bard, compliments of Q at Queasy

[Gogsy]

Strecht oot o' a tin !!!! eh Baz.

[michael]

I'm busy preparing tonights tribute.....

[MORDUEMAN]

I have just bought a first aid kit from scotland, I opened up the box marked "Burns Kit" and found a bottle of malt whiskey and a haggis.....................

[BaZa®]

Michael is that Gordons Gin or Gogsy gin?

[michael]

that's Gogsy Gin mate...the real drink isn't out yet....
i'm havin a fly Gin while cooking don't tell anyone i'm
drinkin girls stuff.....

[michael]

soup's ready....Haggis is simmering ....Big_Pete's bringing a boil in the bag fish supper in case he don't like my cooking...

[hippy]

Hope you all have a great Burns night up there

[budda]

have a good wan you lot

bassa will gae yous a wee bit o shorty oot ra tin his poem wis on ha ha

michael you bull sh-ter yuve got ra caterers in

[Commander Zero]

totties and turnip are ready sitting in the presure cooker, Haggis is being prepared and it's a cracker, the dugs caught it last week.
so the morra night i'll be rollin aboot wae heart burn.

Gie him strong drink until he wink,
That’s sinking in despair;
An’ liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That’s prest wi’ grief and care:
There let him bouse, an’ deep carouse,
Wi’ bumpers flowing o’er,
Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An’ minds his griefs no more.


LET other poets raise a fracas
“Bout vines, an’ wines, an’ drucken Bacchus,
An’ crabbit names an’stories wrack us,
An’ grate our lug:
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us,
In glass or jug.

O thou, my muse! guid auld Scotch drink!
Whether thro’ wimplin worms thou jink,
Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink,
In glorious faem,
Inspire me, till I lisp an’ wink,
To sing thy name!