Address to My Blog Readers About Our Two Successful Burns Suppers

My dear Life Literary Reader
On lofty precipice I now teeter
As I attempt the noble meter
Of “To a Mouse,”
To tell you ’bout our two Burns Feeders
I am no louse.

The first, we held in highland far
A drive, three hours or so by car
To Jack and Carolyn’s, friends they are
With Nancy and Larry.
We ate some haggis: food bizarre
And a little scary.

Scottish Centerpiece

We read some poems by dear Bobbie
It was our joy, it is my hobby.
Ate broccoli but not kohlrabi
Enjoyed the scene.
Though morning after, felt so blobby
And a little green.

Tipsy Laird, our just desserts

The second Supper in College Park,
Fourth annual with John, oh what a lark,
Through epic poem we embarked
Read Tam o’ Shanter,
And learned: Avoid the cutty sark.
Enjoyed the banter.

We ate a scrumptious cut of beef,
Good food, good drink: the night’s motif,
Scotch eggs and whiskey our aperitif
Burns would approve.
More people should do these, is my belief
Get in the groove.

Color Coded Tam o' Shanter for our group reading

At both the meals had tatties and neeps
Our enjoyment grew by bounds and leaps,
Ate soup we made from bird that peeps,
Called Cock-a-leekie,
Shared food and fun in piles and heaps,
Were we too cheeky?

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, great Chieftan o' the puddin' race!

You too could host a Supper Burns
Or with your friends you could take turns
A little prep with great returns
Food, poems and drink,
Ask me your questions, share concerns,
I’ll tell you what I think.