On Saturday night, I attended the Robert Burns dinner (complete with haggis!) at the home of my friend, the Scottish novelist Catriona McPherson. Also in attendance were the Davis, California authors Spring Warren and Eileen Rendahl. Grateful for the hospitality, I delivered a “poem to the lassies”:
To The Lassies
(The Robert Burns Dinner, January 23, 2016)
In olden days we men would
Drink and share a bonny haggis,
With n’are a lassie at the board
To quibble or to rag us.
And all, it seemed, was quite the way
The Lord ordained our meetings
With nothing like a lassie round
To hamper the proceedings.
Now, aye, we live in dif’rent times
Equality’s what matters.
There’s lassies left and lassies right
To share the drink and platters.
And can the Lord approve of
How they’ve come to share our table
With dress n’ae kilt and charms s’ae gilt,
In every way so able.
Alack, I say, the lassies here
Now add to every gather,
And brighten conversation
When we men all fall to blather.
And so we bless the lassies now,
Their presence sought and cherished,
For without an equal share to them
Our dreams must surely perish.
For more on Robert Burns Night, including recipes, please view this recent story in The Daily Telegraph.