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Happy Father's Day to all the Flaky Community

 
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PostPosted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:16 am    Post subject: Happy Father's Day to all the Flaky Community Reply with quote

To all that are fathers, unknowing fathers, and potential fathers... I hope you have had a wonderful Father's Day... Smile
I certainly did... Mr. Green

To all Fathers and those who have fathers... (hopefully no products of virgin births) llamallama I gift you with a wee dram of Robert Burns... a hard living man who die at 38 and, I'm sure, sired many talented bastards along the way; Shocked a Goblin Prince at heart!

The poem carries no special sentiment... I just like the way it sounds Wink

Arrow from Poems And Songs Of Robert Burns, Part XII 1787

      Address To The Deil
    O Prince! O chief of many throned Pow`rs
    That led th` embattl`d Seraphim to war-
    Milton.

    O Thou! whatever title suit thee-
    Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
    Wha in yon cavern grim an` sootie,
    Clos`d under hatches,
    Spairges about the brunstane cootie,
    To scaud poor wretches!

    Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee,
    An` let poor damned bodies be;
    I`m sure sma` pleasure it can gie,
    Ev`n to a deil,
    To skelp an` scaud poor dogs like me,
    An` hear us squeel!

    Great is thy pow`r an` great thy fame;
    Far ken`d an` noted is thy name;
    An` tho` yon lowin` heuch`s thy hame,
    Thou travels far;
    An` faith! thou`s neither lag nor lame,
    Nor blate, nor scaur.

    Whiles, ranging like a roarin lion,
    For prey, a` holes and corners tryin;
    Whiles, on the strong-wind`d tempest flyin,
    Tirlin the kirks;
    Whiles, in the human bosom pryin,
    Unseen thou lurks.

    I`ve heard my rev`rend graunie say,
    In lanely glens ye like to stray;
    Or where auld ruin`d castles grey
    Nod to the moon,
    Ye fright the nightly wand`rer`s way,
    Wi`
    eldritch croon.

    When twilight did my graunie summon,
    To say her pray`rs, douse, honest woman!
    Aft`yont the dyke she`s heard you bummin,
    Wi` eerie drone;
    Or, rustlin, thro` the boortrees comin,
    Wi` heavy groan.

    Ae dreary, windy, winter night,
    The stars shot down wi` sklentin light,
    Wi` you, mysel` I gat a fright,
    Ayont the lough;
    Ye, like a rash-buss, stood in sight,
    Wi` wavin` sough.

    The cudgel in my nieve did shake,
    Each brist`ld hair stood like a stake,
    When wi` an
    eldritch, stoor "quaick, quaick,"
    Amang the springs,
    Awa ye squatter`d like a drake,
    On whistlin` wings.

    Let warlocks grim, an` wither`d hags,
    Tell how wi` you, on ragweed nags,
    They skim the muirs an` dizzy crags,
    Wi` wicked speed;
    And in kirk-yards renew their leagues,
    Owre howkit dead.

    Thence countra wives, wi` toil and pain,
    May plunge an` plunge the kirn in vain;
    For oh! the yellow treasure`s ta`en
    By witchin` skill;
    An` dawtit, twal-pint hawkie`s gane
    As yell`s the bill.

    Thence mystic knots mak great abuse
    On young guidmen, fond, keen an` crouse,
    When the best wark-lume i` the house,
    By cantrip wit,
    Is instant made no worth a louse,
    Just at the bit.

    When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord,
    An` float the jinglin` icy boord,
    Then water-kelpies haunt the foord,
    By your direction,
    And `nighted trav`llers are allur`d
    To their destruction.

    And aft your moss-traversin Spunkies
    Decoy the wight that late an` drunk is:
    The bleezin, curst, mischievous monkies
    Delude his eyes,
    Till in some miry slough he sunk is,
    Ne`er mair to rise.

    When masons` mystic word an` grip
    In storms an` tempests raise you up,
    Some cock or cat your rage maun stop,
    Or, strange to tell!
    The youngest brither ye wad whip
    Aff straught to hell.

    Lang syne in Eden`s bonie yard,
    When youthfu` lovers first were pair`d,
    An` all the soul of love they shar`d,
    The raptur`d hour,
    Sweet on the fragrant flow`ry swaird,
    In shady bower;^1

    Then you, ye auld, snick-drawing dog!
    Ye cam to Paradise incog,


        Pie! *slurp* Coffee!

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PostPosted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

nice post dulapel Very Happy

I'll go through the poem later when my head isn't spinning from the nutty weather -_-

I don't think I'll be celebrating dad's day until the 4th of july when my dad comes over for a visit ^_^

Then we celebrate two holidays and his birthday (june 30th) all at once Very Happy
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