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Some smart Alex once said that Scotland will only be free when the last minister of the Kirk is strangled with the last copy of The Sunday Post. Now, thanks to Jack Topaz McConnell, that has all changed. Now they say that Scotland will only be free when the First Minister is strangled. Wee Jack, however, is much more than mere politician. Unknown to many of his countrymen, he is also poet and tragedian. For better and for verse. Much, much verse. Here, in a style owing much to lauded predecessors such as Burns, McGonagall and Dalglish, is the secret poetry of Jack Topaz McConnell.

Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Normandy Wisdom 
Oh whit tae dae
It’s D-Day the day
An I’ve got two things oan my plate

Ah could take the chance
Tae get myself tae France
Or keep my fancy Royal dinner date

France is real sunny
But golf is real money
An I could get to be Prince Andy’s mate

Auld sojers are moaning
Aw shut your groaning
Am no rising to your D-Day dodging bait

Whit’s that you say?
Votes are gaun astray?
Maybe dinner wi Andy’s no that great

I know whit tae dae
It’s D-Day the day
Tell the heroes wee Jack is head of state.

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