Going for the burn…

Burns Night

I don’t want to kiss another old biddy.
I’ve kissed forty-nine
And I’m strangely giddy.
I know I’ll catch a germ
With symptoms catatonic,
Like herpes or dandruff,
Bad breath or something chronic.

There’s still eleven to go.
Well… they are the fairer sex,
To hell with health risk!
C’mon me ducks, who’s next?