Feb 14th, 2018

Author: donich_admin

A Valentine

The cats and I gave R a home made valentine today. One side was from me with a Burns poem….

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose, 
That’s newly sprung in June: 
O my Luve’s like the melodie, 
That’s sweetly play’d in tune. 

As fair art thou, my bonie lad, 
So deep in luve am I; 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
Till a’ the seas gang dry. 

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, 
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun; 
And I will luve thee still, my dear, 
While the sands o’ life shall run. 

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve! 
And fare-thee-weel, a while! 
And I will come again, my Luve, 
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

The cats must have been watching me typing it in – because no sooner did I turn round but they had written their own poem at the other side which seems to be a bit derivative of the great Bard.

A Tender, Tender Chicken Breast

O our Luve’s is like a chicken breast, 
That’s just been lately cooked: 
O our Love is like a plate of prawns, 
That lately have been hooked. 

We love your lap my bonnie lad, 
Provided you sit still; 
And we will luve thee ‘ere, my dear, 
Until you start to chill. 

Until your lap grows cold dear Dad, 
And all the mice are gone,
And we will luve thee still, our dear, 
Till all the food is done.

We’re off outside to catch a vole 
We’ll might be gone a while
But call us and we’ll be back again
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!

The picture is of all our presents for R….