Poetry.... ish.

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An integral part of a Burns Supper is the recitation of poetry and the singing of songs. The offering, though primarily made up of works by the bard himself, can also include others written by the participants to reflect his style and spirit.

Since, in some quarters, these drouthy cronies are very likely to be drucken by the time this portion of the evening arrives, the home grown poetry is customarily either excruciatingly heartfelt, or amusing ribald. They are also, almost without exception, bad.

Thus, in that grand tradition, I bring you two, extremely bad, poems. Think 'the lads' but with very strong Scottish accents. The two works are not related and can be read separately. And for those who struggle with the language, can I recommend this page as an aid to translation.

ETA. And huge thanks to ailcia for reading these through and assuring me they weren't written in complete gibberish.

( To a Golly, on being unfairly accused. )

( To a Scouse Git, on catching him raiding the fridge at midnight. )

Lagavulin

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Lagavulin is an Islay malt, which means it is very dry, peaty and probably heathery as well - not like the friendly Speysides we know and love - but I'm betting Cowley would appreciate a drop. It's supposed to be Very Good Stuff indeed.

Now the thing is, I didn't even comment to accept the Burns Night challenge, I was so completely convinced I'd never get anything done in time! - but I couldn't stop thinking about it .... I mean, it involves whisky for goodness' sake - and I suddenly found I'd dashed off this little short short short story  this morning. But when I went back to look at the challenge post, I realised I'd picked a poem already allocated to the incomparable Callisto. So I thought I'd better ask if I could still post it anyway, and our lovely byslantedlight says I may.

With apologies to Callisto, who is one of my most favourite writers - I didn't know I'd picked the same poem, honest! - and I'm so looking forward to reading yours!
ETA Aaagh - I was all wrong-way-rounded - it was byslantedlight's poem!!! (see comment below). Just as well for me she's a generous and understanding Controller, or I'd be banished to the File Room indefinitely .... ::blushing at error::
Well here goes, still!

( Lagavulin )

Burn's Night Fic

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I'd had nary an idea for this challenge, until Callisto mentioned the following subject. So here, thanks to herself, is a 'Doyle's Scarf Fic'.

( Happy haggis n tatties aw... )

Fic: Haud Awa Hame

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A little rushed and short, but I really wanted to come out to play on Burns Night. The title comes from my prompt, 'Wandering Willy'.

( Haud Awa Hame )

I Torture Hate

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Well, I got a prompt from BSL for this one, and the prompt was a poem called 'I Murder Hate' by Burns (text below the cut). I should say something about the poem, in case you don't know who Zimri and Cozbi are - basically they are figures from the book of Numbers who were lovers, and they were killed together by a single spear thrust. That could have taken me down so many routes (!), but I can't account for my imagination running away with the prompt and the result was a bit on the dark side - but read on and you might find some other Burns mentions too!

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( I Torture Hate )

again.

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Second offering on the day. Hope you enjoy.


( Of Men and Mice )

This is the fragment of a poem which inspired the piece. Originally titled Passion's Cry, it appears to be a defence of love in all its many forms.

( Sappho Redivivus )

Prosfic: Love in the Guise of Friendship

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And just screeching in at the dot of nearly-midnight... Happy Rabbie Burns Night!

( Love in the Guise of Friendship )