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Wee update!.....the kids all got judged on their Burns poems at school today.....and both Louise and Finlay have made it through to the semifinals with their poetry!!!!! Final is judged on Friday!! way to go girlies!!! x

*thinks she'll have to learn this strange language if she goes there lol

Oh and I know what 'tatties and neeps' are (courtesy of the old man) lmao! Mandy :) xx

PMSL Mandy!!!!! not too sure that oor Rabbie wrote 'thurrrs bin a murrrrrdurrrr' tho roflmao AT x x

Ya what? The only Scottish I know is .... Tharrrrrr's a murrrrrrderrrrrr PMSL!! Love Mandy PT :) xx

I'll be having haggis on burns night!! lolol the kids will be brill at their poems - they get judged on it in their classes......Ell will struggle a bit with his as its quite difficult and quite long.....Fin's accent is hysterical when she does hers....and Louise stands quite the thing doing actions to hers!!

Hi Jill, on Burns Night, i will be at my 50th birthday party and seeing as how i will be a wee bit sloshed, i certainly dont think i will manage to recite any burns poetry, but i might just raise a glass or two to RABBIE!!! kate

Bet they'll be brilliant :0)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Found Louise's poem that she has to learn!! There was a rammie in the street, A stishie and stramash The crabbit wifie up the stair, Pit up her winda sash. 'Nou what's adae?' the wifie cried, 'juist tell me what's adae' A day is twinty-fower hours, missis, Now gie us peace to play. 'Juist tell me what's ado', she cried, 'And nane o yer gab', cried she. D'ye no ken a doo's a pigeon, missis? Nou haud yer wheesht a wee. 'I want to ken what's up', she cried, 'And nae mair o yer cheek, ye loun' It's only yer winda that's up, missis, for guidsake pit it doun.

for the past 5 years my father in law puts on a robert burns supper at his restaurant in aid of marie curie cancer care, they have a guest piper and it is spread over 4 nights. the run down of the evening is - a welcome with a tot of whiskey punch. the selkirk grace salmon in rolled oats with lemon and whiskey ode to a mouse cullen skink or mussels in a cream and garlic sauce. address to a haggis toasted with hihjland cream haggis neaps and tatties grilled salmon on a bed of shrimp risotto scottish beef with black pudding mash vegitables and rosemary gravy. vegetables and potatoes, a red rose scottish raspberry eclaires or cheeseboard with lanark blue, gruth dhu and burns truckle cheddar. coffee with 10yr malt or liquer raffle auld lang syne. sounds a good night, pity i am vegetarian! tina x

My favourite Burns poem. First verse only. Don't want you all heading for the hills. Just getting the bagpipes out now. Oh, why are you heading for the hills? Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an chase thee, Wi murdering pattle! xxxxxxxx

my 6 year old can put on a brilliant scottish voice when she wants to and her poem is fairly easy!! but!!!! my 11 year old hasnt a hope in hell of doing his poem!! I dont even understand it!!!!! the middle one is very scottish anyway and nearly has hers learnt already!! lololol

Good Luck to your little ones, Jill. There is no way I could do the poems justice. Maybe I will try after a few drinks, they may come out sounding better! Deb

oh fantastic Deb!!! the first poem i put on is the one that my 6 year old has to learn....the second one is the 11 year olds poem......cnat for the life of me find the 9 year olds poem!!! lolol

Jill, I've just got off the phone. Although a lille early, we have just been invited to a Burns Supper tomorow night. I'll pick up my Dad and his pipes on the way! Deb

Address To The Toothache My curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortu'd gooms alang, An' tho' my lug gies monie a twang Wi' gnawing vengeance, Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang, Like racking engines! A' down my beard the slavers trickle, I throw the wee stools o'er the mickle, While round the fire the giglets keckle To see me loup, An', raving mad, I wish a heckle Were i' their doup! When fevers burn, or ague freezes, Rheumatics gnaw, or colic squeezes, Our neebors sympathise to ease us Wi' pitying moan; But thee!- thou hell o' a' diseases, They mock our groan! Of a' the num'rous human dools, Ill-hairsts, daft bargains, cutty-stools, Or worthy frien's laid i' the mools, Sad sight to see ! The tricks o' knaves, or fash o' fools- Thou bear'st the gree! Where'er that place be priests ca' Hell, Whare a ' the tones o' misery yell, An' ranked plagues their numbers tell In dreadfu' raw, Thou, Toothache, surely bear'st the bell Amang them a'! O thou grim, mischief-making chiel, That gars the notes o' discord squeel, Till humankind aft dance a reel In gore a shoe-thick, Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal A towmond's toothache.

In ma wee rid motor I can gang fur miles Up and doon the gairden, thru' the lobby 'whiles Mony a bigger motor, gangs tae toons afaur, Nane can gang whaur I gang, in my wee rid caur.

at school my kids have to learn and recite a scottish poem...can only remember one off by heart but will add the others tomorrow lol