We laugh at recession

This being the 250th anniversary of the birth of Rabbie Burns raises the opportunity for some shameless exploitation. I am a fan of the poet myself, of course. Mr Burns's words were usually well selected and arranged and his timing impeccable, particularly the timing of his annual supper, a lifeboat to swim to after sister ships Christmas and New Year have sunk beneath the waves. In response to rumours of economic rapids ahead, maintaining the watery metaphor, although shifting the ships above the turbulence, whereas they would normally be found below. Lake Chad comes to mind, we've come up with this new commemorative wine. A Burns supper is a uniquely scottish meal and many jupiters ago I spotted a gap on the table near me and another one near you needing filled wi a bottle of Cairn O Mohr but one that would need to be particularly designed to flatter a Haggis
Much research has gone into this centuries old problem, much of it in my own hoose and a subtle approach was required to snare the beast. In the end we took a Bramble and with carefull blending turned down the treble and upped the bass a bit. That did it. We're just calling it 'Gings wi Haggis.' (we laugh at recession for the imposter it is, ha ha !) I wrote this little poem.

Monies a Burns nicht has seen me scunnert
Quaffin boattles by the hunnert
One big problem returned tae nag us
There's no a Cairn o Mohr that gings wi Haggis

The Bramble seemed tae hae an affinity
No right there but in the vicinty
They foucht a bit wi me in the middle
Jerkin like a Shetland fiddle

I had a feelin in ma jeans
That wi a tweak they could be freends
We folded in some Oak Leaf wine
Which broucht the twa tae gither fine

So raise a glass of Cairn O Mohr
We've nivver made this one afore

A the fuss aboot the bard, writin poetry's no that hard.


Gangs Wi Haggis is available online. There's a couple o deals as well