In Celebration Of Scotland's National Poet - Robert Burns: An Ode To Rabbie..... Poem by Priti Pauline

We lassies have ne escaped his charm
Our hearts he easily disarms
Rabbie he's our great Sire
Who pumps our bodies with desire
In rhythmic throngs from eons past,
We Celtic women of virtue so vast
All ye men surrender at last
Loud roars the wild inconstant blast
In human form, that bears a heart:

Oh thou! Whatever title suits thee
Ye come to paradise incog nee
And bear the scorn that's in her ee?
Ye poor despised, abandoned vagabonds
Whom vice as usual has turned to ruin
With sincere but unavailing sighs

Come partake a Celtic lass
As pleasures of the flesh amass
Come suck the nipple of Celtic passion
Whose juices flow in mortal fashion
O happy love! where love like this is found

Fill up with generous juice
We Celtic women are not so loose
All ye average lads who enter our domain
Ye who have not come in vain
With thighs open wide n' bright
A Celtic lass knows to delight
Upon that night, when fairies light

To match ye wee lads is not so clever
Ae fond kiss and then we sever
Thine be like joy and treasure
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure
And Yet Another fond kiss before we finally sever
Thenceforward to yonder endeavour……
And I will come again, my luve