"The Monstah"
A Burns poem for 2008
There are rumours of a Monstah
That roams across the land
Seeks refuge in the watah
And leaves footprints in the sand
The size of this s'posed creatcha
Is beyond your wildest dreams
Beyond what science kin teacha
A beast far larger than it seems
She is in fact a fabled queen
A relic of the ol' times gone
Shes a wonder tha's no-often seen
And she sings a forgotten song
The sound of time and of the world
A truly old lament
Of legends telt and myths unfurled
Of tales from heaven sent
From estuaries east and waters west
From locales north to south
Nae one knows where she does rest
The fjordic Clyde? The Moray mouth?
Perhaps in lochs, Fyne or Ness?
Her hoose be sometin' ne'er saw
Linnhe, Lomond and the res'
Shes even bin seen in Awe
O'aw the stories ever written
One can but hope that shes the truth
Her maj-es-ty sure has me smitten
Shes a yarn to tell the youth
Despite the rain, despite the storms
It seems shes here to stay
Whatever shapes, whatever forms
Her beings a sunshine ray
Shes the monstah, shes the fire
I can but hope shes not the last
The beating heart of my desire
"To immortal breeds, and to the past!"
Andrew Kyle,
10/01/2008
