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Nope' date=' totally wrong. It was more of a sarcastic joke due to the fact the guy who started the thread questioning Burn's had said "is he worth [b']an dedicated day".

On topic, I think he's completely worthy of a dedicated day. This is probably due to the fact I've had the idea of Robbie Burns drilled into me from birth, (my Grandparents live 5 minutes away from his house in Ayr and my Grandfather used to do work for the Burns Heritage group). At the end of the day, Scottish cultures beginning to be steamrolled over by the idea of "Britishness", which at the end of the day, basically means "Englishness". Anything that positively represents Scotland's independent culture is a good thing.

Sorry, your satire is clearly too biting for me...

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I understand Irvine Welsh but I don't understand that....

So instead of honouring Burns I'm gonna honour Welsh...wish a quick chase' date=' some acid, handful of E's and an exploited record. Theres a Scot to respect :D[/quote']

what's not to understand? it's basically saying "don't talk about yourself like that".

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I like his poems, i get my drunk uncles in my ear with them whenever im down in edinburgh. I think he is still totally relevant and totally deserves a day of drinking named for him.

"Life's cares they are comforts"-a maxim laid down

By the Bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black gown;

And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair,

For a big-belly'd bottle's a heav'n of a care."

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robert burns more like pete burns am i rite

robert burns is a poet whose poetry can convert into songs as well. he's had

lou read & patti smith headline a festival in his honour two hundred years after his

death. pete burns can't even make even make up his mind whether he's dead or alive

so i thinks u is wrong

8) 8)

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The Presleys of Lonmay emigrated to America in the 18th century. Elvis' great great grandfather was born not far from Aberdeen. And he was a distant relation of mine' date=' apparently. But then again, most people from the NE of Scotland are distant relations of mine...[/quote']

That still seems to make Elvis Presley American to me... Great great grand parents don't really have much bearing on yr nationality, otherwise I'd would be Norweigan.

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I do have a sense of humour...i still find it offensive...

What you don't seem to understand is that i was talking to two 'friends' whom I know off this website and my humourous (or in this case not) post was directed at them, as was quite obvious (or not it would seem).

I do apologise for my sheer lack of respect and decency. I am a bad man and deserve to die. Deal out punishment as you see fit.

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What you don't seem to understand is that i was talking to two 'friends' whom I know off this website and my humourous (or in this case not) post was directed at them' date=' as was quite obvious (or not it would seem).

I do apologise for my sheer lack of respect and decency. I am a bad man and deserve to die. Deal out punishment as you see fit.[/quote']

What you dont seem to understand is that there is no need to be patronising on your first sentence to get a point across...

I could clearly see it was aimed at people you know...but it was still a silly thing to write on a website that is trying to advocate PC behaviour.

Your punishment is to kiss five men on their sweaty bottoms.

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Ode tae a fart....

Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie,

Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie.

Just as ye sit doon among yer kin,

There sterts to stir an enormous wind.

The neeps and tatties and mushy peas,

Stert workin like a gentle breeze.

But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face,

Will have ye blawin all ower the place.

Nae matter whit ye try tae dae,

Abodys gonnae have tae pay.

Even if ye try to stifle,

Its like a bullet oot a rifle.

Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair,

Tae try and stop the leakin air.

Shift yersel

frae cheek tae cheek,

Pray tae God it doesny reek.

But aw yer efforts go assunder,

Oot it comes a clap o thunder.

Ricochets aroon the room,

Michty me, a sonic boom!

God almighty it fairly reeks,

Hope I huvnae pooed ma breeks!

Tae the loo I better scurry,

Aw who cares, its no ma worry.

Abody roon aboot me chokin,

Wan or two are nearly bokin.

Ill feel better for a while,

Cannae help but raise a smile.

Wis him! I shout with accusin glower,

Alas too late, hes just keeled ower!

Ye dirty thing! they shout and stare,

I dont feel welcome any mair.

Where ere ye go let yer wind gang free,

Sounds like just the job fur me.

Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty,

Ower the sake o wan wee ferty!!!

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Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie' date='

Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie.

etc

etc[/quote']

Um, yeah, that's great.

Who needs made up Burns poetry when he wrote this -

Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,

He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;

But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,

Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!

Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush,

We'll over the border, and gie them a brush;

There's somebody there we'll teach better behaviour,

Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!

Loads more here - http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Robert_Burns/

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Burns night is still going strong!

At primary school we used to have a competition and had to learn a different poem every year. I can still recite mine off my heart (excuse spelling and punctuation). The last one I did began:

'Me mither says that we hae mice....' I forget the name though. I don't do so much now I'm older though.

We still continue to talk about Burns in English too.

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Nae Hair Ont

Yesterday I wed a lady fair,

and you would believe me,

on her cunt there grows no hair,

that's the thing that grieves me,

it vexed me sir, it plagued me sir,

it put me in a passion,

to think that I had wed a wife,

whose cunt was out of fashion.

Oor Guidwifes so modest

Oor guidwifes so modest,

when she is set at meat,

a laverocks leg, or a tittlins wing,

is mair than she can eat.

But when she's in her bed at night,

between me and the wall,

she is a glutton devil,

she swallows cocks an all.

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Nae Hair Ont

Yesterday I wed a lady fair' date='

and you would believe me,

on her cunt there grows no hair,

that's the thing that grieves me,

it vexed me sir, it plagued me sir,

it put me in a passion,

to think that I had wed a wife,

whose cunt was out of fashion.

[b']Oor Guidwifes so modest

Oor guidwifes so modest,

when she is set at meat,

a laverocks leg, or a tittlins wing,

is mair than she can eat.

But when she's in her bed at night,

between me and the wall,

she is a glutton devil,

she swallows cocks an all.

crikey!!!!

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