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We lift a wee glass to thee, Rabbie!
"The trout in yonder wimpling burn That glides, a silver dart, And, safe beneath the shady thorn, Defies the angler's art -- My life was ance that careless stream, That wanton trout was I; But Love, wi' unrelenting beam, Has scorch'd my fountains dry . " |
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On Jan 25, 9:17*am, "Tim J."
wrote: And as if *that* isn't enough reason to celebrate, our own boy lawyer from Nawth Cackalacky celebrates his natal day today. Happy B'day, wayno! Aye! Joe F. |
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On Jan 25, 2:50 pm, wrote:
We lift a wee glass to thee, Rabbie! "The trout in yonder wimpling burn That glides, a silver dart, And, safe beneath the shady thorn, Defies the angler's art -- My life was ance that careless stream, That wanton trout was I; But Love, wi' unrelenting beam, Has scorch'd my fountains dry . " TAE A FERT (with apologies to Rabbie Burns) Oh whit a sleekit horrible beastie Lurks in yer belly efter a feastie Just as ye sit doon among yer kin There sterts tae stir an enormous wind The neeps an tatties an mushy peas Stert workin like a gentle breeze But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face Will have ye blowin all ower the place Nae matter whit the hell ye dae A'body's gonna have tae pay Even if ye try tae stifle It's like a bullet oot a rifle Haud yer bum tight tae yer chair Tae try an stop the reekin air Shift yersel fae cheek tae cheek Pray tae God it doesnae reek But aw yer efforts go assunder Oot it comes like a clap o thunder Ricochets aroon the room Michty me a sonic boom God almighty it fairly reeks Hope a huvnae s**t ma breeks Tae the bog I better scurry Aw whit the hell it's no ma worry A'body roon about me chokin Wan or twa are nearly bokin I'll feel better for a while Cannae help but raise a smile Wis him! I shout wi accusin glower Alas too late, he's just keeled ower Ye dirty b****r they shout an stare A dinnae feel welcome any mair Where e're ye go let wind gang free Sounds like jist the job fer me Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty Ower the sake o' wan wee ferty. Anon. Parody of Burns "To A Mouse" TL MC |
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On Jan 25, 9:17*am, "Tim J."
wrote: typed: We lift a wee glass to thee, Rabbie! And as if *that* isn't enough reason to celebrate, our own boy lawyer from Nawth Cackalacky celebrates his natal day today. Happy B'day, wayno! -- TL, Tim, the thread hijacker extraordinaire. -------------------------http://css.sbcma.com/timj why, thankee, timmaaay, and the other boyos! i'll raise a wee dram of j&b to the whole damn place! yfitons wayno(how do it *know* dat?) |
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