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Details of Phobia:
Rhyme and meter and stanzas, oh my! Those with metrophobia are afraid of poetry – and with some of the poetry written today, it's no wonder. When you hear sing song, you begin to gouge at your ears, trying to keep it from infecting your brain. Prose is where your heart is.
A Gay's a Man for A' That
Is there for honest policy
That hings its head, an a' that?
The coward politician, we pass him by -
We dare be queer for a' that!
For a' that, an a' that!
Our ways obscure, an a' that,
Marriage is but the guinea's stamp,
The gay's the gowd for a' that.
What though on ‘homo’ fare we dine,
Wear shocking pink, an a' that?
Gie fools their thrills, and knaves their wives -
A gay's a man for a' that.
For a' that, an a' that,
Their tinsel show, an a' that,
The honest gay, tho’ e'er sae queer,
Is queen o’ men for a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may
(As come it will for a' that),
That Liberty and Charity o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree an a' that.
For a' that, an a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That gay to gay, the world, o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that.
Copyright Stuart McLean
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