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.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Ode to Gorgeous George
Indefatigable arse
Lickspittle arse
Popinjay arse
Respect? Ma arse
Lickspittle arse
Popinjay arse
Respect? Ma arse
Monday, January 09, 2006
Charlie's awa
Charlie's gone
As the Lib-Dems wished.
But did he jump
Or was he pished?
As the Lib-Dems wished.
But did he jump
Or was he pished?
Friday, January 06, 2006
Ode to poor Charlie Kennedy
He’s ginger
That’s the problem.
Don’t blame stress or Inverness,
It’s because he’s ginger.
It’s just no fair
To have red hair,
He drinks because he’s ginger.
Melanin in the cortex
Makes his roots go red.
Makes him mental in the head
And drink because he’s ginger.
Walk a mile in his hair
And then you’ll understand.
Don’t condemn.
Don’t rebuke.
Don’t give the ginger guy a dirty look.
Poor Charlie likes a drink
And you would too
If you were ginger.
That’s the problem.
Don’t blame stress or Inverness,
It’s because he’s ginger.
It’s just no fair
To have red hair,
He drinks because he’s ginger.
Melanin in the cortex
Makes his roots go red.
Makes him mental in the head
And drink because he’s ginger.
Walk a mile in his hair
And then you’ll understand.
Don’t condemn.
Don’t rebuke.
Don’t give the ginger guy a dirty look.
Poor Charlie likes a drink
And you would too
If you were ginger.
