A little something for Burns Night

So it's Burns night and as tradition would have it small people all across the land are learning poems in the 'mither' tongue in the great man's honour (this too happened in my day, still traumatised by having to commit 'The puddock' to memory but that's another story). There is a competitive edge to this as the best recital wins something (not clear what that might be).Twiglet has been learning a poem by Sheena Blackhall, writer in residence at Aberdeen University. Here is her rendition. This spirited recital has landed her the final. For those unfamiliar with some of the language (like me) it's essentially a poem about snot and phlegm.