Burns Night
Boris is visiting a Glasgow hospital. He enters a ward full of patients with no obvious signs of injury or illness. He greets the first patient and the patient replies:
"Fair fa your honest soncie face. Great chieftain of the puddin race Aboon them a you take you place Painch, ripe and thairm, As langs my airm. Boris is confused, so he just grins, moves on to the next patient and greets him. The patient responds: "Some hae meat and cannae eat. And some wad eat that want it But we hae meat and we can eat So let the Lord be thankit. Even more confused but trying not to show it, Boris moves to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant: "Wee sleekit, cow'rin, timo'rous beastie, Thou need na start a'wa so hastie, Wi bickerin' brattle. Now alarmed Boris turns to the accompanying doctor and asks: "What kind of facility is this? Is it a mental ward?" "No". replies the doctor. "This is the Serious Burns Unit" |
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