Just received this from a friend - awesome.
Gordon Brown is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets one. The patient replies:
"Fair fa your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin race,
Aboon them a ye take yer place,
Painch, tripe or thairm,
As langs my airm."
Brown is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient. The patient responds:
"Some hae meat an canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat an we can eat,
So let the Lord be thankit."
Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the PM moves on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:
"Wee sleekit, cowerin, timrous beasty,
O the panic in thy breasty,
Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
Wi bickering brattle."
Now seriously troubled, Brown turns to the accompanying doctor and asks "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
"No," replies the doctor, "this is the serious Burns unit."
4 comments:
I liked this a lot.
Re: schnozpome: I liked this even more and was a little awestruck.
Yes I thought about emailing the Burns unit joke to you and Joe actually...
Glad you liked the schnoz pome - just rehashed Chaucer really...
Well I'm darned impressed even so. I can barely find a rhyme myself for, anything...I think I may try reading some Chaucer fairly soon. We did The Reeve's Tale at A-Level and I really didn't take to it, but my last look at the Prologue, which must have been within the last couple of months, made me laugh out loud. A worthwhile nudge.
AAAaaaaggghghgh!
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