A Parting PIF

[Haggises]

Since I'm off to Safety Razors, there'll be a new Steward in the Mess Hall.
If there's one thing I noticed round here, there's very few PIFs. So, a parting PIF. Maybe this will encourage some more - maybe someone will PIF a BGE (hint! hint!)

I got some great advice when asking about knives, but still didn't buy my bread knife.
I'll be buying 2 Victorinox 8" bread knives off Amazon, one for me and one for you.

3 rules:

1. Post anything but "I'm in"
2. Post only once. We'll have none of this spamming the thread to win malarkey here.
3. Post any line from a Robert Burns poem

PIF ends July 1. Have at it!

 

[intotheforge]

Anna Thy Charms

Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!

Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,
To hope may be forgiven;
For sure 'twere impious to despair
So much in sight of heaven.

 

[VULPES]

There's brown bread, white bread,
All sorts of wholemeal bread;
It comes in funny packages
With writing on the side,
But it doesn't matter which one you have
'Cos when you cut the crusts off,
Have it with marmalade
Or butter, cheese, tomatoes, beans, banana
Or chocolate if you're strange,
It doesn't really matter.

Oh no, it all goes with toast,
Just toast.

 

[Haggises]

Anna thy charms = Burns

Toast = not quite Burns

 

[cody6766]

Hopefully this ends up an intro into good knives (especially budget friendly knives in this case) for someone new to them. Either way, it's very kind of you. I already have a bread knife, so I'm not in. However, I'll play your poem game.


the


I'm sure that's in one of them somewhere.

 

[life2short1971]

Thank you very much!

"Aboon them a' ye tak your place,"

 

[Dondoh]

“O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion.”

Cheers!

 

[Haggises]

"The" may be in there somewhere, but I can't recall any where it was the whole line.

My luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
My luve is like
THE
melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

Missing a certain flow.....

I could make this Victoinox/Forschner knife of your choosing (within reason) if you don't need a bread knife......

 

[Kooze]

Nice PIF, Tony and congrats on the new assignment! I just read you are in the cherry hill/ voorhees often for work. I'm very close to CH, and would love to meet up with other guys from the area.

This one makes me laugh:

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,
I never can please him do a' that I can;
He's peevish an' jealous o' a' the young fellows, -
O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!

 

[Haggises]

Thank you very much!

"Aboon them a' ye tak your place,"

Glad someone got To A Haggis!
I didn't want to brag.......

 

[Haggises]

“O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion.”

Cheers!

Best poem ever written about head lice!

 

[jbaca]

Haggis



Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o 'fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Robert Burns

 

[Haggises]

Nice PIF, Tony and congrats on the new assignment! I just read you are in the cherry hill/ voorhees often for work. I'm very close to CH, and would love to meet up with other guys from the area.

This one makes me laugh:

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,
I never can please him do a' that I can;
He's peevish an' jealous o' a' the young fellows, -
O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!

Nice!
Reminded me of this:

 

[Haggises]

I'm in

A Vito Haggis



Ye Pow'rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o 'fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!
Robert Burns

Now I'm blushing!

 

[Acmemfg]

"Malarkey"?? Isn't he a chef from California??

To quote Mr. Burns:
"Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?"

 

[TheVez2]

Estoy en!

From Scotch Drink:

Let other poets raise a fracas
Bout vines, and wines, an drucken Bacchus,
An crabbit names an stories wrack us,
An grate our lug:
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us,
In glass or Jug.

 

[Haggises]

I'll drink tae those two!

 

[DirtDiver]

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.

 

[Nasty Canasta]

Thank you for the PIF. SWMBO and I love us some bread.



Epitaph On A Lap-Dog Named Echo

In wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
Your heavy loss deplore;
Now, half extinct your powers of song,
Sweet Echo is no more.

Ye jarring, screeching things around,
Scream your discordant joys;
Now, half your din of tuneless sound
With Echo silent lies.

 

[Haggises]

Nice, Chris!
I'm lucky that I have never had limbs sned.