Excuses Poems
Epistle To Hugh Parker
by Robert Burns
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime,
A land unknown to prose or rhyme;
Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's heckles,
Nor limpit in poetic shackles:
A land that Prose did never view it,
Except when drunk he stacher't thro' it;
Here, ambush'd by the chimla cheek,
Hid in an atmosphere of reek,
I hear a wheel thrum i' the neuk,
I hear it—for in vain I leuk.
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No Excuses
by Mary-Joy Hutch
There are no excuses,
You could walk up to me today,
Make light conversation,
But yet you choose to turn away,
And my heart it rolls around in my throat,
Don’t want to believe we lost it,
But we did and I choke,
There are no excuses,
I wish there were,
I wish you heard,
......
No Excuses
by Mary-Joy Hutch
There are no excuses,
You could walk up to me today,
Make light conversation,
But yet you choose to turn away,
And my heart it rolls around in my throat,
Don’t want to believe we lost it,
But we did and I choke,
There are no excuses,
I wish there were,
I wish you heard,
......
Epistle To Hugh Parker
by Robert Burns
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime,
A land unknown to prose or rhyme;
Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's heckles,
Nor limpit in poetic shackles:
A land that Prose did never view it,
Except when drunk he stacher't thro' it;
Here, ambush'd by the chimla cheek,
Hid in an atmosphere of reek,
I hear a wheel thrum i' the neuk,
I hear it—for in vain I leuk.
......
