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Lulz.
Lulz.
I though it was the one put out by Santa, I went to a business international business conference some years ago just before Chrismas and Santa turned up and did character analysis to find out who was naughty or nice/ Then we teamed with our table partner who filled one in for their partner, of course most people only admitted to the good things but the partner added in the not so good. It was a lot of fun and I ended up with a nice certificate.
It seemed so similar I though I had you figured out
XX Jeannine
In the immortal words of Rabbi Burns, "Oy vot a power G-d vud gee is to see usselfs like others see us!"
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Now Rabbie Burns, there is a guy who I wouldn't want to know
Now Rabbie Burns, there is a guy who I wouldn't want to know
Lovely.You know Aeron and I are trying to wean you on to "silly" aspects of life, so as part of that exercise (though not meaning to call Rabbi Burns "silly" although the effort to try to understand his deliberately obtuse and almost incomprehensive lyrics, takes a certain mind set).
On the other hand he produced some classic poems and song lyrics that are fairly simple to understand, but brilliant in their simplicity too.
A red, red rose
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
With due apologies To Robert Burns ( Like a Red Red Rose) Oh my nose is like a red red rose, With drops of dew it blooms, Oh my throat is like a broken flute That hoarsely croaks a tune! As I have a sneezing bout, I think I have the flu, How I got it my bonnie lass, I havent the foggiest clue! I havent the foggiest clue, my dear But dear God I feel so ill, Better nought come near me, I fear You just might get those chills! So fare thee well, while I do rest, And recover from this aching flu, 'tis indeed worthy and best, That I take a break from you. |
Why would I not want to know Robbie Burns, I will pass on that one of you don't mind , but I have to admit I do like some of his verse
I would have to be judgmental if I was to answer the why question and I try not to do that, suffice to say as a man I would not be interested but as a poet he excels with the type of verse he does. I do by the way do a Burns dinner each year, although I don't toast him,, my husband and his family are all Scottish, I married in Scotland and we do have a Scottish room in the house, So in this case I am not being coy graham, I am being honest. Folks who know his history know what I mean anyway.