Something short and sweet for the start of the year. Nothing deep. Not much mystery. A bit funny, and perhaps a bit anti-antilectual for your middle school rebels.
One great reason to use Burns is that he’s fun to read in dialect. Have your class clown develop his best Scottish accent and do an over-the-top reading. There are other poems on this blog and he can move on from here.
Through and through th’ inspir’d leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But O respect his lordship’s taste,
And spare his golden bindings.