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, March 16, 2006
Ode to sunshine in winter
Written on the occasion of my very important visit to the Commonwealth Games in Melbourne.
G’day mate
Fae the land down under
Miles awa
Fae the latest blunder
The Parly’s shut
I hear it’s fallin doon
Just as well
That ah’m oot o’ toon
Nats and Tories
Are rattling their sabres
Ah so whit
Ah’m watching Neighbours
Ah’ve a new hat
It’s got loads o’ corks
Ah’ve a braw villa
Paid for by the Warks
It’s nae junket
It’s fair hard work
Keeping a face
Withoot a smirk
Oh advance
Australia fair
There’s snow at home
But ah don’t care
G’day mate
Fae the land down under
Miles awa
Fae the latest blunder
The Parly’s shut
I hear it’s fallin doon
Just as well
That ah’m oot o’ toon
Nats and Tories
Are rattling their sabres
Ah so whit
Ah’m watching Neighbours
Ah’ve a new hat
It’s got loads o’ corks
Ah’ve a braw villa
Paid for by the Warks
It’s nae junket
It’s fair hard work
Keeping a face
Withoot a smirk
Oh advance
Australia fair
There’s snow at home
But ah don’t care
