Monday, 23 January 2012

The Family Cycle

A poem in celebration of Burns Night to honour the great Scottish poet Robert Burns.

{To be read in a heavy mock Scottish accent by non Scots}

Twas a cold, cold night.
A helluva hullabaloo.
There was a knock at the door
And a voice said:

‘Uncle, halloo!
How do you dooo!
You don’t know me -
I’m back from Peru.
I’m your sister Eileen’s
Illegitimate child.
I was sent away a while ago
When I began to run wild.
But now I’ve come back, you see,
And as everyone else is dead,
I’ve come to stay with you.
Will you nae show me ma bed?
I’ve brought you a present -
A wee little one…
Don’t look so startled…
It’s just my wee illegitimate son.’

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