In tribute to the 251st anniversary of the bard's death I wrote this.
Wan day, when roamin' Healy's braes
Did Diesel upon a bunch gaze
An' stop tae tak the time tae praise
An' dreams fulfil
Tae catch thy bunch doon yon hill
Tae lads an' lassies accept my veneration
An' gracious, heart felt admiration
Fur thy speed merits recognition
An aw men should sic inspiration
But while ma lungs loodly clang
Your speed wrapped nature in a sang
And oot across the fields I'd gang
Tae take in views
An whether woods or dale amang
Pay thee ma dues.
An' thru and aff they do continue
As the bunch straint each an'every sinew
The bold Ogg hangs an for his dear life
Driven on ba thines future wife
An then tha bonnie site of Kilmacolm
Wae wan and all knowing they are home
Wae that, the bunch relaxed
Shook hands and syne aboot yon great ride
An' aff in their cars did yon riders go
While thy was totally oot his heid
An' only dreamin ow his beid!
Wi riders gone
Yon winters chill was quick ta hit
Even tho am no tha fit
And so it was tae land oh merry
Yon duvet and pillow being thy ferry
Tae dream o' all ma heroes and wans fat belly!
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