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.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Winter holiday
We’ve aw been on a winter holiday
Wi the Warks for a week or two
Sex and politics oan a winter holiday
Practising for a future interview
For a week or two.
Ye can stick it where the sun ain’t shining
Ye can stick it where the air is blue
I’ve been partying with Kirsty
So it’s tough shit for you.
Everybody wants a friend like Kirsty
She’s fit, she’s loyal and true
So when ah get questions fae Kirsty
Ah also get the answers too
For me not you.
Wi the Warks for a week or two
Sex and politics oan a winter holiday
Practising for a future interview
For a week or two.
Ye can stick it where the sun ain’t shining
Ye can stick it where the air is blue
I’ve been partying with Kirsty
So it’s tough shit for you.
Everybody wants a friend like Kirsty
She’s fit, she’s loyal and true
So when ah get questions fae Kirsty
Ah also get the answers too
For me not you.
