Rabbie Burns 1759-1796

Note-It's Burns Weekend in Scotland and this is my tribute to our great bard.I will be reciting this at a Burns Supper tonight.I hope you like it. Our Scottish Prince, rustic rogue of rhyme. Sainted, painted and pillored through time. Yer cottage it stands, a tribute its true. How the braw bonnie lassies o Ayrshire loved you. A common man, wi a romantic notion. Yer pen was filled wi frivilious potion. A man o' men, wrote o' love and spite. Blushin' girls cheeks an' satirical bite. Scots tounge and dialect, that was straight fae the heart. Ye wrote "A Man's A Man For A' That." Yer poems appealling tae the worldly masses. Yer ghost still lingers in drinkin' mens glasses. Rabbie, the toast o' the town and the haggis addressed. Wi' a wee dram o' whisky, we're now fully refreshed. Yer words were like snow on a loch, stream or river. Just a moment o' white but not lost forever. Was a Priince, died a pauper at only thirty seven. Yer poems are read at supper-time in heaven. So "fair ye weel and now we'll severe." But yer memory will stay wi' us forever