Haggis

It's Robbie Burns day.

Eat sheep guts.

Drink (the only real) whiskey.

Die well before your time clutching at your chest (one of the more famous Scottish pastimes!).

Read a Burns poem with a bad Scottish accent.

Just to prove a poem can be about anything (and who better than to use Burns who even has a poem for reciting after eating meat) here's a wee poem that's about potholes, really. And then there's, as always, Burns' joyous competence with rhythm:

Epigram On Rough Roads

I'm now arrived-thanks to the gods!-
Thro' pathways rough and muddy,
A certain sign that makin roads
Is no this people's study:
Altho' Im not wi' Scripture cram'd,
I'm sure the Bible says
That heedless sinners shall be damn'd,
Unless they mend their ways.

Robbie Burns