Best Tae Poems

He was in none of my classes
In the 1980's
And I saw him only on test days
Where one had to perform his "kata"
And fight in the ring
For the Sensai to do his thing

At these graduation tests
Where we seeked the next higher belt
Several schools would meet
And it...

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when i got home from school
my mother was watching 
oprah again
with a shopping bag
of ice on her knee
when i asked her 
what happened
she said 

“i dont want to talk about it” 

and later i found out
she was working out
to a tae bo dvd
when her knee
popped...

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Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing,
sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings.
Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see,
niver mind wee thing jist let it be.

Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered land,
aye wee thing yea think yer oanly a wan man...

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Wee, wee rid rid coated thing
tae ma hert sic joy yea bring.
Wae elegance an' tender charm,
ma racin' hert yea sae disarm.

Yea hang there among yer kind,
Bright an' braw but sae refined.
Ma wee rid rid coated friend,
sae Bonny, I'll nae pretend.

Each year fur us yea come...

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She wid bustle aboot; she liked tae get oot,
        did Annie.
        She wis ayewis there; a breath o' fresh air,
        wis Annie.

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    Tae A Mouse   
      (Whit wid Robert Burns say!)

Ha’ where ye gon ye cowrin feartie
Your impudence protects you sairly
I canna say but ye strut yer stuff
And quite honestly we’ve had enough
Where ye gon ye...

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We're oan the march wi' Nicola's army
We're oan the road tae kingdom come
Nae matter whit the English dae
We're gonna hiv oor way
And fund Scotland wi' oor oil Elysium.

We're oan the road wi' Nicola's army
It's cheerio tae aw oor auld chums
For we're gonnae try oor luck
And...

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The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor,
Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills.
Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude,
Killing the wounded in Drumossie mud.
Oor Prince has fled leaving dreams in the dust,
Of a Stuart oan the throne that was oor lust,
like the heron...

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