The McConnell Log
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
Ode to John Swinney
Lang streak o’ pish
And awfy skinny
Wee roond glasses
That eejit John Swinney;
Nae brains, nae guts
A total ninny
Hair like a Nazi
That eejit John Swinney;
I’ve seen less grease
On ma mammy’s pinney
Oh thank God for
That eejit John Swinney.
And awfy skinny
Wee roond glasses
That eejit John Swinney;
Nae brains, nae guts
A total ninny
Hair like a Nazi
That eejit John Swinney;
I’ve seen less grease
On ma mammy’s pinney
Oh thank God for
That eejit John Swinney.
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