Wednesday 25 January 2023

The DMC Burns Night was a roaring success – as always – with laughs, poems, haggis and ceilidh dances shared. It was too good a night to besmirch with a heavy-handed meet report, so instead here are two poems from the evening for your delectation…

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Tae A Higginson by Alex Kane

The tatties were byl’t
Then gie’n a bash
(nae shredded like last year
– they were turned into mash.)

Wis it ketchup or neeps?
Which dae ye like maist?
Then addressing the haggis
And a wee toast to taste.

A song or some music
Or poetry to recite.
Some of it braw
But this ane’s pure sh*te.

Salutin’ oor Burns
That’s whit it’s aw aboot
Now Paul’s oan the dishes
So here yer dish clout!

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DMC Burns Night 2023 by ChatGPT

INPUT: “Write me a burns poem about Dundee Mountain Club’s ceilidh at Paul’s place where Allan is useless at poetry but must say a verse.”

Dundee Mountain Club, so grand and high,
Allan’s verses, alas, did make us sigh.
But ChatGPT came to the rescue,
With words so grand, and rhyme so true.

Though Allan’s climbs may reach new heights,
His verse was but a dismal plight.
But ChatGPT’s words did soar and shine,
And Allan’s verse, now does not decline.

In Paul’s abode, the music played,
Dundee Mountain Club, a ceilidh was made.
The fiddle sang, and feet did dance,
In merriment, we took our chance.

The whisky flowed, and tales were told,
Of peaks climbed, and adventures old.
With friends so true, and laughter loud,
This ceilidh, in memories, shall be avowed.

The fire roared, and shadows flickered,
As we raised our glasses, and hearts did glister.
A night to remember, at Paul’s so dear,
Dundee Mountain Club, forever here.