BS: No sae wee poem

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: GUEST,Rab
Date: 07 Dec 00 - 07:21 PM

Or Duncan Macleary and Janet his wife!

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: little john cameron
Date: 07 Dec 00 - 11:46 AM

Aye Rab,an dinnae forget"The hair on't" ljc

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: GUEST,Rab
Date: 07 Dec 00 - 08:56 AM

Hey, that's nothing. Look up Rab Burn's 'My Girl She's Airy', or other Merry Muses.

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: little john cameron
Date: 03 Dec 00 - 08:42 PM

Micht even be ablow the knees??? ljc

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: pict
Date: 02 Dec 00 - 07:23 PM

That's below the belt;)

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: little john cameron
Date: 02 Dec 00 - 07:17 PM

Amazin whit a couple o Guinness'll dae for yer memory!

Nine Inch Will Please a Lady

Tune:The Quaker's Wife

Come rede me dame, come tell me, dame,
My dame come tell me truly,
What length o' graith, when weel ca'd hame,
Will sair a woman duly?
The carlin clew her wanton tail,
Her wanton tail sae ready -
I learn'd a sang in Annandale,
Nine inch will please a lady.

But for a koontrie cunt like mine,
In sooth, we're nae sae gentle;
We'll take tway thumb-bread to the nine,
And tha's a sonsy pintle;
O leeze me on my Charlie lad,
I'll ne'er forget my Charlie!
Tway roarin handfu's and a daud,
He nidge't it in fu' rarely.

But weary fa' the laithron doup
And may it ne'er ken thrivin!
It's no the length that maks me loup,
But it's the double drivin.-
Come nidge me, Tam, come nidge me Tam,
Come nidge me o'er the nyvel!
Come lowse and lug your battering ram,
And thrash him at my gyvel!

No sae little john cameron

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: little john cameron
Date: 02 Dec 00 - 06:53 PM

Guid stuff Tony.Ye'll hae tae bear wi me a while as mah dochter red oot the machine an lost mah buikmerks.Undaunted,ah'll jist go an get a few Guinness an then stert the hunt for them.Anither thing is oor server has been up an doon the last few days so am a bit ahent wi stuff. Haud on. ljc

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 01 Dec 00 - 06:32 PM

A fine tradition, Keep it up (not much pun intended)

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: GUEST,Tony in Sweden
Date: 01 Dec 00 - 06:27 PM

Hi John,
Fun this wan; Whit d'ye think?

"Epitaph On A Wag In Mauchline"
Lament him, Mauchline husbands a',
He aften did assist ye;
For ye had staid whole weeks awa,
Your wives they ne'er had mist'd ye:

Ye Mauchline bairns, as on ye pass
To school in bands thegither,
O tread ye lightly on his grass;
Perhaps he was yer father.
Rabbie Burns (

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: R!
Date: 30 Nov 00 - 08:23 PM

John, I've printed out a copy to keep with my Burns poems. I hope you don't mind.

Rowana

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: GUEST,Jeannie
Date: 29 Nov 00 - 02:59 PM

Rab would have loved this!!

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: pict
Date: 29 Nov 00 - 02:10 PM

Little John I'd love to see more post away.

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: little john cameron
Date: 29 Nov 00 - 01:19 PM

Ah hae some mair if ye want.It seems Rabbie had very eclectic taste. ljc

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: pict
Date: 28 Nov 00 - 02:49 PM

Little John you should get a website together and put these poems on it they are brilliant.

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: Kim C
Date: 28 Nov 00 - 01:03 PM

oh my!

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: alison
Date: 27 Nov 00 - 10:46 PM

Brilliant john......

slainte

alison

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: CarolC
Date: 27 Nov 00 - 07:56 PM

Magnificent (are you sure that caber tosser thread was really about a caber tosser?).

Carol

Subject: RE: BS: No sae wee poem
From: GUEST,Tony in Sweden
Date: 27 Nov 00 - 05:07 PM

That's the dugs bollocks John, pure dead brilliant!!!
A kent Rabbie wrote loads o stuff like this yin, but a canny fun ony here in Sweden. cheers
T.C.

Subject: No sae wee poem
From: little john cameron
Date: 27 Nov 00 - 02:23 PM

Ah'm back hame again.Here's anither poem.Ah dinnae think Rabbie wrote it tho he did dae some wild stuff that is no in the books

T O A P E N I S

By Robert Burns

Puir wee saft an' flabby penis,
A wheen o' pleasure you hae gien us.
An hour or twa ago, puir thing,
Ye made a lassie's gled hert sing,
For then ye stuck oot firm and prood
An' put Jean Armour in the mood.

She doted on the love ye geid,
An' lost wi' glee her maidenheid.
Her comely thighs, her erse sae braw
Did answer mother nature's ca'.
She squirmit like a trimlin' jelly,
As ye went scuddin' up her belly.

Fu' prood she wis o' hard worked penis:
an' hoo ye jerked sae weel between us;
She lay there, gigglin' wi' pleasure;
Lie doon, and rest - ye've earned yer leisure.
For Ye geid yer a' tae satisfy
The urgent need o' Jean and I.

Still ye did a guid night's work;
Ye did yer duty, didnae shirk.
Noo, wee thing ye look sae sad,
You're just nae use tae Rabbie lad.
Ye're wabbit oot, an' saft as butter -
But hoo ye made Jean Armour splutter.
An' as I slowly puff my pipe
Ye look just like some wrinkled tripe.

Noo ma Bonnie Jean's gang hame
Tae hing her heid in sorry shame.
Ye ken gie weel ye did her wrang -
I kept ye in her far too lang,
An' noo we'll hae tae wait an' see
If Jean will hae a pregnancy.

Oh weel, we a' men, we tak oor chances,
Let's saunter doon tae Poosie Nansy's,
An' when I've had a dram or twa
I'll let ye piss agin' the wa'.
Maybe ye'll pardon my abuses
I realise ye've ither uses.