Burn's Night 09

This is not the first time we have met

To raise a glass in praise of Robert Burns

And yet it surely seems a little odd

That Southerners like us find that we yearn

At this time of the year to turn our backs

On Yorkshire pud, roast beef and apple crumble

In search of boiled Haggis, onion sauce

Nips, tatties, everything that's humble

From north of the border, and which we

At other times of the year would quite ignore.

Yet here we are, all with glass in hand

Ready to raise a Burns Night toast once more.

             If stomach linings do not make you frisky

            Let's raise a glass in grateful thanks for whiskey.

Brian Hick 25.1.09

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