Robert Burns in Scottish Stanza

A diet of women, wine and song    
What could possibly go so wrong    
This is the place where I belong                                                            
And I love it
It bulks me up and makes me strong
Fuels me with grit. 
I speak in stardust,  incantations
I dress in silk and selkie skins
And I confess all my near sins
To the whole world
Where I end and where I begin
Is one big swirl.
Baritone of my bones sing heavy
Beneath the belly of my bevvy
I reach for life that feels fleshy
So I can sleep
Legend and myth just like Nessie
Into the deep.
With romance, friendship, food and drink
One is always allowed to think
Most things to music we can link
Words to lyric
This is how we stop the near sink
It's generic.
From couch to ceilidh, up you get!
No rest from the workers sore head
It won’t be long before we’re dead
Let’s celebrate
With throats open wide to be fed
If that's our fate.
My role, I speak for my people
Escape societal shackle
Make folk laugh, bellow and cackle
Like the stars say
I’m  Aquarius, I mingle
In lots of ways.
Most mornings I work the farmland
It's my duty to give a hand
But my health is taken like quicksand
The elements
Rake their toll against all I planned
In settlement.
I am restrained from who I love
So breed as wide as a turtle dove
Migrating to fields from above
I know these roads
Journeys that give the words a shove
Like breath, they flow.
Hemlock, porcelain and then smash
I weary myself back from crash
Marry my love under lightning flash
Father unleashed
Allowed now to follow my stash
For all such peace.
Kids and animals catch my heart
I've always known this from the start
Losing my daughter, the worst mark
Death has ingrained
After this stopped the morning lark
I live in pain.
Seasons come fierce, I watch from my room
Try not to let myself hug gloom
My tooth is removed more ache looms
So much is lost
I crawl to my horse left ungroomed
Dip into frost.
I trust my friend, dear physician
Wide cabinet of medicines
Each one a trick from the magician
Ripe sorcery
To sip with my broth of venison
Soon I'll be free.
I drink from the well, dip in the sea
But want to stay in bed with whiskey
The delirium knocks my family
All to the still
Too late now for my recovery
I've had my fill.
Chronic illness and infection
My heart's walls go up in correction
The water too cold to section
Any more time here
Live fast, die young; a quick reflection
Nothing to fear.
I've left my brood my legacy
Many women mourning after me
It's no wonder I'm not left in peace
Long after rot
To unravel any mystery
Least not forgot.
I live on, I play on the souls
Of many from where heather grows
And beyond as life does unfold
Each year I'm sung
On my birthday I rise and roll
Kiss winter sun.