#burnspoemresponse #burnsday

 Fae are ye tae speer at me
An’ preach and prattle.
Thou’d be best tae gang awa
An’ tend te yer poor cattle.

I’ve bin here a lang lang time,
Skippen o’er the stubble
Then alang comes thee
An’ bursts my wee bit bubble.

Yer talk of this and that
Has nae affect on me.
The world beyond this pile
Is too far for me to see.

My fate as thou’s has nae
Lang words, in stanzas eight.
Our life in words is simple;
To breathe, eat and fornicate.