When it comes to raw sex appeal, it’s difficult to think of a country sexier than Scotland. Famous for muscular males, proficient in caber tossing and kilt-wearing; equally famed for feisty flame-haired females, Scotland has been the home of raunchy romance since the earliest days of print.
Scotland is also blessed with a proud poetic heritage which gives us this month’s writing exercise. The Burns stanza is named after Scotland’s national poet Robert Burns.
The form did exist before Burns made it his own in the form of the Standart Habbie. It’s also known as the Scottish stanza or, sometimes, simply the six-line stave. Personally, I’m happy calling it a Burns stanza. This is my attempt at the form.
Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim’rous lassie,
Blessed with a perfect, peach-shaped assie
Your heels and stockings look so classy,
Have a guess what’s on my mind
You know I’d love to mount your chassis
And take you rudely from behind.
Stanzas have six lines rhyming aaabab.