There once was a Celt named Comyn
Who complained till his mouth was a’foamin’
With suds on his lip,
He delivered his quip:
“Maybe I should have been Roman.”
Alas, not just in complaint
Did his tongue lack in restraint…
For he fretted and worried
with speech so much hurried,
t’was a wonder he didn’t fall faint.
This has been a test of the emergency filidhiocht notification system. Had this poem been delivered by an actual Filidh, blemishes on subject parties would have arisen and further instruction would follow.
But now more to the matter… and to give you all my own finger :-)
Point the first: if you want to raise welts, you need to name names.
Point the second: The fault lies not so much with the guests, but with the member who invited them and did not provide the tools or make arrangements for the guests to comfortably fit in while maintaining the atmosphere. It is in fact, a breach of hospitality of a kind. This not only includes garb, but informing the attendees when to pipe down and take things seriously. The law is already in place and behind you on this, but I must stress, the responsibility lies with the member. If a guest refuses to comply, they should not be re-invited and you need to take that up with the member.. and I suggest doing so diplomatically at first.
As such, with your emphasis on the fault of the guest and not the member as per law, in ancient times, this bit you have composed comes close to what was known as an “illegal satire”, in which case, you would be libel for damages.
Point the Third: request resources for the office of brewie for the creation of some one size fits most all loner tunics and belts… that’s a minimum that will cover most mundane blemish.
But aside from these technical points…. I must say, “Well done” to Comyn for at least capturing the spirit of it and broadcasting it…
You may already know this... but just in case you missed it… the poets and the bards honor price is not fixed but variable… based on the number of presentations they do throughout the year (this is an echo and our interpretation of the different “grades” of ancient poets and bards). I’m sure if you recited this at the next meeting during “presentations” it would count as such, as this is not only a bit of a satire you have written, it is indeed now a piece that records the history of our clan and what happened at Samhain… hence quite appropriate to your new office.
Aonghus (the Incapacitated)