squidge
21-Aug-06, 11:14
I thought you might like to see these folks - not mine im afraid but Robert The Bruce's from The Rampant Haggis collection
Nessies' finest feast.
Saint Columba gie'd it laldey oan the side o fair Loch Ness.
His burbling christian diatribe put Nessie under duress.
For vegetarianism wis nae the guid monsters way
So fur her soul auld Saint Columba said that daily he would pray.
But Nessie wis a hungry beast and hankered fur some dinner.
The longer the auld saint did pray, the monster did grow thinner
And so to end his rhetoric as he prayed for the monster’s soul
Guid Nessie jist opened her maw and swallayed her patron whole
Poetry
I'd like to write some poetry
To make myself a living.
Perhaps I'd live in far Portree
Where weather’s unforgiving.
And write about the gales and storms
Or the wildlife round about.
The birds in all their various forms,
Some skinny, some short, some stout.
Or the mammals too, like stoats and otters,
Or beasties, timorous cowerin’.
I could fill my poet’s jotters
With them and blooms all flowering.
See the flowers and plants
Growing wild by the road
They’d sooth my rants
And inspire an Ode.
The Waddin’
May ye tak this day, yir bonnie bride,
May yir man haud ye close and lang.
E're the gither may the twa o ye bide.
Wi’ the greatest love ever sang.
Let her face fill yir mind last thing ev'ry nicht
Wi’ a love that is fore'er an' aiy burning bricht.
When ye wake in the morn and mind yir lover’s name
Let yir heart fill wi' love, as hers will the same.
May the words that ye vow be for e'er.
May yir lives be guid, honest and trew.
May unhappiness visit ye ne'er
In the things that ye say and ye do.
When your heart was first touched, like a floo'er by the sun
The magic o yir romance had only just begun.
Ye've reached anither milestone oan yir path, The Lover’s Way.
So we celebrate the gither, on this yir waddin' day.
Nessies' finest feast.
Saint Columba gie'd it laldey oan the side o fair Loch Ness.
His burbling christian diatribe put Nessie under duress.
For vegetarianism wis nae the guid monsters way
So fur her soul auld Saint Columba said that daily he would pray.
But Nessie wis a hungry beast and hankered fur some dinner.
The longer the auld saint did pray, the monster did grow thinner
And so to end his rhetoric as he prayed for the monster’s soul
Guid Nessie jist opened her maw and swallayed her patron whole
Poetry
I'd like to write some poetry
To make myself a living.
Perhaps I'd live in far Portree
Where weather’s unforgiving.
And write about the gales and storms
Or the wildlife round about.
The birds in all their various forms,
Some skinny, some short, some stout.
Or the mammals too, like stoats and otters,
Or beasties, timorous cowerin’.
I could fill my poet’s jotters
With them and blooms all flowering.
See the flowers and plants
Growing wild by the road
They’d sooth my rants
And inspire an Ode.
The Waddin’
May ye tak this day, yir bonnie bride,
May yir man haud ye close and lang.
E're the gither may the twa o ye bide.
Wi’ the greatest love ever sang.
Let her face fill yir mind last thing ev'ry nicht
Wi’ a love that is fore'er an' aiy burning bricht.
When ye wake in the morn and mind yir lover’s name
Let yir heart fill wi' love, as hers will the same.
May the words that ye vow be for e'er.
May yir lives be guid, honest and trew.
May unhappiness visit ye ne'er
In the things that ye say and ye do.
When your heart was first touched, like a floo'er by the sun
The magic o yir romance had only just begun.
Ye've reached anither milestone oan yir path, The Lover’s Way.
So we celebrate the gither, on this yir waddin' day.