Joke
After many years of research I have finally discovered the worlds only joke about poetry.
> Tony Blair 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."
>
> Blair 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, Blair turns to the
> accompanying doctor and
> asks "Is this a psychiatric ward?"
> "No," replies the doctor, --------
>
>
> "this is the serious Burns unit."
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