What's new

Leaderboard

Well, I won't post any more clowns.
 
I'm almost to the point where I really don't care -- I've gotten on the board and had the lead for a short while.

Yeah, I'm really having trouble caring about this right now myself. It was a blast, but I just don't think I've got the stamina to go the whole month and still find it entertaining. And that's the only reason I'd keep doing it, is if it was amusing me. I couldn't care less about the actual results.
 
At least not for a while.
;)
 
If'n it ain't fun, it ain't worth doin'.
 
I'll catch ya later.
 
Sharon: :icon_hug:
 
January 25 is the night dedicated to Scotland's National poet, Robert Burns.
 
Burns wrote his "Address To A Haggis" in 1786
 
Address To A Haggis, Robert Burns
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' yet tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o'a grace
As lang's my arm.
 
Address To A Haggis, Robert Burns (continued)
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin was help to mend a mill
In time o'need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
 
Address To A Haggis, Robert Burns (continued)
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!
 
Address To A Haggis, Robert Burns (continued)
Then, horn for horn, they stretch an' strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit! hums.
 
Haggis is horrifying.

And it's not January 25th.

And you're not in Scotland.
 

Create an account or login to comment

You must be a member in order to leave a comment

Create account

Create an account on our community. It's easy!

Log in

Already have an account? Log in here.

Back
Top Bottom