[delete moaning whinge]
To see outrselves as others see us...
Between the lines...
Wha . . ?
Perhaps IkeD would like to try again.
Quote: Matthew Stott @ March 28 2009, 1:27 PM GMTWha . . ?
Well it's Robert Burns
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
*To see oursels as ithers see us!*
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An foolish notion:
What airs in dress an gait wad lea'es us,
An ev'n devotion!
...but that doesn't mean it makes sense.
Quote: NoggetFred @ March 28 2009, 9:02 PM GMTWell it's Robert Burns
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
*To see oursels as ithers see us!*
It wad frae monie a blunder free us
An foolish notion:
What airs in dress an gait wad lea'es us,
An ev'n devotion!...but that doesn't mean it makes sense.
How did Burns get away with writing such crap? It's a bit like the King's new clothes.
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Why did we not applaud
The Shakespearean actor?
For what reason?
But for one minute
Speculate that
We did loudly honk
But you scratch us
Hens they did hatch us
Free Ranges may ease us
Or even be Jesus
Let us be lettuce
And inflate one more rick
Into the shaw with one
Broken wheel meet again.
(C) 2009 Serious Burns
Quote: Morrace @ March 28 2009, 10:31 PM BST.
(C) 2009 Serious Burns
More painful than Third Degree Burns.
Quote: Geoff Mutton @ March 30 2009, 7:34 AM BST
More painful than Third Degree Burns.
More painful than
Third degree burns
On a Scottish kebab
Caught in a fire
In a chemistry lab
But eyeball 'och aye!'
Scintillating Braveheart
Sprints hellishly into
A takeaway restaurant
To murder a haggis
Then he did scramble
Two million eggs
With shells or not
As Tartans sing soulfully
Is that you Jimmy?
Do the Highland Fling
On a Glaswegian plate
Then gradually hallucinate
Robert The Bruce cooking
Rasta Pasta in Alaska
(C) 2009 Roberta Degree-Burns
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