Burns Night poem

It goes something like this .....

There was a big Scotsman call Jock
Who ......
 
Boris Johnson is being shown around a London hospital. Towards the end of the visit, he is shown into a ward with a number people with no obvious signs of injury or disease.

He goes to greet the first patient and the chap replies: "Fair fa' your honest sonsie face, Great chieftain e' the puddin' race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm; Weel are ye wordy o' a grace as lang's my arm."

Boris, being somewhat confused (easily done) goes to the next patient and greets him.
The patient replies: "Some hae meat, and canna eat, and some wad eat that want it, but we hae meat and can eat, and sae the Lord be thankit."

The third starts rattling off: "Wee sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, wi bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an chase thee, wi murdering pattle!"

Boris turns to the doctor and asks: "Is this the mental ward?"
"No" the doctor replies, "It's the Burns unit."

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Think I understood it :p
 
Got invited to some friends place last night for Burns night. So who the f*** invented vegetarian haggis? And why? If you don't want to eat meat, fine, don't eat meat. And don't eat fake meat, either.
Sorry, just had to say it somewhere.:whistle:
 
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