Mitt Romney Polygamy

Mitt Romney says he "Can't think of anything worse than polygamy". There are a few ways to interpret this. One, he was sitting next to his wife at the time. Two, he has a very, very poor imagination. Three, he's not very honest. Four, he's not fond of Robert Burns' poetry:

Green grow the rashes, O;

Green grow the rashes, O;

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend

Are spent amang the lasses, O.
I

There's nought but care on ev'ry han',

In every hour that passes, O:

What signifies the life o' man,

An' 't were na for the lasses, O?
II

The warl'y race may riches chase,

An' riches still may fly them, O;

An' tho' at last they catch them fast,

Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
III

But gie me a canny hour at e'en,

My arms about my dearie, O:

An' warl'y cares, an' war'ly men,

May a' gae tapsalteerie, O.
IV

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,

Ye're nought but senseless asses, O:

The wisest man the warl' e'er saw

He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
V

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears

Her noblest work she classes, O:

Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,

An' then she made the lasses, O.

Green grow the rashes, O;

Green grow the rashes, O;

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend

Are spent amang the lasses, O.