By: Blonde Two

After years of making my kids read poetry on one night in January before they were allowed any tea, I managed to completely miss Burn’s Night this year.  Which is a shame because haggis, whisky and poetry often make for a laughter filled evening – especially if you mix them together in the wrong proportions.

Blonde One and Blonde Two are both fond of a bit of poetry.  Blonde One loves “Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen – look it up, it packs quite a punch.  My favourite is WB Yeats’ Song of Wandering Aengus.  I won’t make you read it all now but if you understand how much I love walking and I give you a little snippet, you will see why;

“Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands …”


Very romantic, I am sure you will agree.  But there are other types of poem – see the fab poem shaped comment from a Blonde fan who had just read our “Blonde Sweeties” post –  I thought that it was time that we had a Two Blondes limerick (to be read with a pint of Draught Guinness).  My attempt is below but if you think that you can do better, please do share your efforts.  We would love to read them!

Two Blondes out on night navigation

Had quite a bizarre education

When out in the fog

They got stuck in a bog

With a sheep who made wild allegations