Note-It's Burns Week in Scotland and this is my 2nd tribute to our great bard.For overseas readers...This poem is to be read in the voice of Sean Connery or Billy Connolly.
OUR RUSTIC ROGUE OF RHYME
Oh Scottish Prince! Our rustic rogue of rhyme.
Sainted, painted and pilloried through time.
Yer cottage it stands, a tribute it's true.
How the braw bonnie lassies o' Ayrshire loved you.
A common man, wi a romantic notion.
Yer pen was filled wi frivolous potion.
A man o' men, wrote o' love and spite.
Blushin' girls cheeks an' satirical bite.
Scot's tongue and dialect, that was straight fae the heart.
Ye wrote "A Man's A Man For A' That."
Yer poems appealing tae the worldly masses.
Yer ghost still lingers in drinkin' men's 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 Prince, died a pauper at only thirty seven.
Yer poems are read at supper-time in heaven.
So "fair ye weel and now we'll sever."
But yer memory will stay wi' us forever.
fair ye weel- farewell
pauper -a destitute person