Burns was a rude old sod. Google "Merry Muses of Caledonia".

Burns was a rude old sod. Google "Merry Muses of Caledonia".

Ok, I am on it, I’ll let you know

And vary articulate.

Same as now frankly. Cabbage, Broccolli, cauliflower... actually any veggie, I rarely eat veggies at all with the occasional exception of potato, carrots, peas and sweet corn. I prefer rice to potato

When I was young if cabbage was put on the plate I wouldn't eat anything on the plate, these days I would just scrape it into the bin.

I do eat veggies in Chinese or Thai food, perhaps the European way of preparing veggies is too boring?

Ooh No, Dongle
I also, couldn't eat heart, kidney or liver if you paid me.

At school they used to make us sit there until we'd finished whether we liked what was on our plate or not. We weren't allowed to leave food.
There were 2 things I couldn't bear. One was Semolina (lumps and all), and the other one I couldn't even look at let alone eat, was Beetroot.
I used to bawl me eyes out when I was the only one left sitting in that dining hall all on my own, but I couldn't eat it without gagging.

One day Mum told me to hide it in my hanky and dispose of it later, but one horrid girl saw me and reported me, and I got sent to the Headmistress, so was in more trouble. They'd never get away with treating kids like that these days.

To this day, I can't bear beetroot and the way it stains everything on the plate red. Aaaggghhhh . .

Yes, he was extraordinary I understand every line of this poem!
Ken ye na Oor Lass, Bess?
ken ye na oor lass, Bess?
An ken ye na oor lass, Bess?
Between her lily white thies
She’s biggit a magpie’s nest.
An ken ye na oor lad, Tam?
An ken ye na oor lad, Tam?
He’s on o a three-fitted stool,
An up to the nest he clamb.
An what did he there, think ye?
An what did he there, think ye?
He brak a’ the eggs o the nest,
An the white’s ran doun her thie

I always hated milk and butter still do can't stand the taste. when we were in primary school, everyone had a small bottle of milk ,just before playtime, when we finished our milk we could go outside, one day everyone was finished and gone out except me, so I left the milk and went out too. when playtime was over and we came back in, the teacher was waiting and wanted to know who hadn't finished their milk, when no one put their hand up..she said I could have it...oh yuk ...but I like haggis