OT To the Ploughman Poet

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 . "

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.
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http://css.sbcma.com/timj

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.

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!

Slainte !!

--
Ken Fortenberry

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

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?)

typed:
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! --

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?)

I am the roffian keeper of such knowledge. I also know this is the year you
get your kicks (not that this will differ much from other years.) ;-)
--
TL,
Tim
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http://css.sbcma.com/timj