30/365: Scotland as Viewed from from British Airways
Our church Session celebrated its annual (sort of) Robert Burns party this past week-end. I will spare you the raucous behavior, the poetry readings, and the dramatic presentation and evisceration of the haggis. Let's just go back to Scotland.
His knife see rustic Labour dight, An' cut ye up wi' ready slight, Trenching your gushing entrails bright Like onie ditch; And then, O what a glorious sight, Warm-reekin, rich!
Sounds like a plan; who's buying the tickets?!
ReplyDeleteWow. Beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteLoved Scotland. Wish I could go back. It's in the blood, you know.
ReplyDeleteHis knife see rustic Labour dight,
ReplyDeleteAn' cut ye up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
Robbie really got into it, eh?
You're right on target.
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