I’ve made a special meal
For Paw, my cat/kitten,
Black as dark ale,
With one white mitten.
It will be his second
Robbie Burns Night feast,
And again, to keep him
In good cheer,
I am going to omit the haggis
(A hellish thing to make anyway),
And lay on the
Tatties & neeps.
But,
Since I doubt Paw will enjoy
Either Spuds or Rutabaga,
There will be a couple of
Mutton chops each,
And a piece of steak.
I will, however,
Have the whisky flowing.
And be in full voice
When I recite:
‘The Selkirk Grace’ by Burns himself.
“Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.”
And,
If the little bugger
(And myself)
Have more luck than we deserve,
We’ll be sharing our wee feast
With Sister Darling, of the
Rarified Church of the World (Reformed)
Who is
(Hopefully),
Boarding a fishing boat
On its way to our Lighthouse,
Right Now.
{I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2025/ A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
DE BA. UEL
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