The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jan 20, 2005
Burns Night (January 25)
Ode to a bard who has fallen so low,
The memory forgotten unto some woe.
A monument destroyed by fire and crime -
All that's now left is a pile of grime
Ode to a poet with a sonnet or two.
Now you're long dead what's in it for you?
A haggis and neaps, tatties and a dram
Does anybody still give a damn?
What has happened to the Nations' bard?
Sometimes I wonder if they ever cared.
There's nothing left now to honour your work,
In the town it all started they just turn and smirk