Happy Birthday Rabbie

My blip journal is riddled with birthdays, and here's another one.

In celebration of Robert Burns' birthday, I will share with you a poem I wrote earlier while waiting for a maths lecture.

I don't know why I sit and wait
And do nothing but think
Patiently, preparing for this fate
That will put me on the brink.
Although I am awake just now
I won't be in a while
But through this torture, I must somehow
Still believe that I can smile.

And yes, this photo is of tonight's dinner - haggis, neeps and tatties. Mmm :)