Its Burns Night tonight so I'm going all out Scottish today!  Here's another wee Burns poem - think you'll like this one, shows that Burns had a sense of humour. The discrete hint Lass, when your mither is frae hame, May I but be sae bauld As come to your bower window, And creep in frae the cauld? As come to your bower window, And when it's cold and wat, Warm me in thy fair bosom, - Sweet lass, may I do that? Young man gin ye should ba sae kind, When our gudewife's frae hame As come to my bower window, Whare I am laid my lane, To warm thee in my bosom, - Tak' tent, I'll tell thee what, The way to me lies through the kirk, - Young man, do ye hear that? That told him! Wherever in the world you are, if you are off to a Burns Supper tonight - have a great time! Love, Liz