FHAIRSHON swore a feudAgainst the clan M’Tavish—March’d into their landTo murder and to rafish;For he did resolveTo extirpate the vipers,With four-and-twenty men,And five-and-thirty pipers. But when that he had goneHalf-way down Strath-Canaan,Of his fighting tailJust three there were remainin’.They were all he hadTo back him in ta battle:All the rest had goneOff to drive ta […]
When I was a laddie langsyne at the schule,
/ The maister aye ca’d me a dunce and a fule;
/ For somehow his…
A Lyric for Saturday Night
/ We zealots, made up of stiff clay,
/ The sour-looking children of sorrow,
Bring a pairtner tae the Ceilidh
/ Dress informal, the invite stated
/ At the time traivellers’ convention.
/ Mary Queen o Scots arrived hersel
/ Signed up…
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
/ Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
/ All mimsy were the borogoves,
/ And the…
I got myself a gun
/ and fought back from the ninth floor
/ where Mickey Mouse is under my protection.
/ It’s been nine rising…
Flamingos dress in fetching pink
/ But can be rather glum,
/ Their legs being made of plastic tubes
/ And bits of chewing gum.