Burns Toast to the Lassies

I was invited to give the Toast to the Lassies at a Burns Night celebration. Here is the poem I write and recited that night.

As here I stand before the lassies To toast them with the raised glassies Tis overwhelmed I find my mind When contemplating womankind The better half of humanity Bastions of our sanity And though their love is true and fair At times they give us quite the scare Old man Burns he had it right For in the lassies he did delight Matters not what curves they wield Whether mountainous or leveled field What color hair upon their head Light or dark or bald or red Each with the talent to draw the eye And scatter wits across the sky With all your perfect memory You can recall with clarity Details of ev’ry argument Yet not how all your cash got spent Twelve outfits tried ‘fore choosing one While for four hours, we men been done. And then exhausted we plead No more As you drag us out onto the dance floor. The strength of women surpasses man Enduring pain that no man can For midst that struggling painful strife You bring to bear the gift of life. My own dear lassie rescued me From a dark obscurity Her honest heart which called to mine Illuminated love divine Showed me a world beyond compare And together each day share The wonders of discovery The bonds that grow ‘tween her and me So even though we men be lost And by your wiles turned and tossed With these words I shall rest my case Lassies make this a better place