Scotland

One of Burns’ lesser known poems (not!) ……………… TAE A FERT (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 working like a gentle breeze But soon…

A Bonnie wee Scotch lassie, with rosy cheeks, sunny hair, Laughing eyes, and bare, brown feet, stood beside a brawling Mountain stream. Poised on one foot, she lightly touched the Water with the other. “Eh, but it’s cauld and it’s deep. Will ye no help me across Sandy?” “No, if ye canna come yersel, then…