The Poet Burns Returns From the Grave to Offer Virus A Final Birthday Wish
September 1, 2009 in A Birthday With Shoes
You know, Virus, we twa hae run about the braes and pu’d the gowans fine. But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot, sin …sin …
Oh hell, I can’t do these lines justice. Why not let the master himself do the honors?
Take it way, Robbie!