It's the 250th anniversary since Burns' was born.
This came into my mind while being a little bit 'fou'-
(You ken the feeling - the period when you have had two or three
drinks - you are a bit more lucid and can think a bit more
clearly - before getting completely blootered.)
Please forgive its pishy quality.
Welcome to the bank
Your balance is nil !
You can withdraw nil !
Ha ha ho ho hee !
We are loaded
You are skint !
Ha Ha Ho Ho hee !
Time to fuck off
"On yer bike"
Ha Ha Ho Ho Hee !
We're to blame
but we've got no shame
Ha Ha Ho Ho Hee!
Peter Burton
25/01/09
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