BURNS NIGHT, 2023 ...

BURNS NIGHT, 2023 ...

For Tom and Joan

 

Tom and Joan were celebrating ...

With bagpipes, and a silvery moon ...

The night of Rabbie Burns, the poet ...

Said Tom: "Oh, Joan, they're playing our toon"...

"Joan, my love, you look amazing ...

You look but twenty-two" ...

"Well, aye ..." said Joan, "That's quite right ...

Give or take ... a year - or two ..."

Said Tom, "You're looking fab ...

Fair, fine and frisky ...

Is it the haggis?

Or maybe the neeps?

Or, possibly ... 

The whisky ...?"

Said Joan, "And, Tom ...You look so handsome ...

In that mini-kilt ...

You're like a young Adonis ...

The way your body's built" ...

Joan was in a devil-may-care mood ...

Bagpipes and haggis had gone to her head ...

"Oh, Tom, shall we go - to San Francisco??

Let's go ... let's go now", she said.

Tom pensively gazed at the ocean ...

"Och, that would be really fine ...

But I cannae, I really cannae ...

They don't have Ballantine's ..."

And so we leave our happy pair ...

Celebrating a Scottish great ...

My inspiration's expired but, more than that ...

I'm hungry ... and my lunch can't wait ...

HAPPY BURNS NIGHT! 

Ffion