Warning: groansome humo(u)r

[Kim & Rima McKinzey]

Via Kim's law and psychology list.

>  > Tony Blair is being shown around a hospital. Towards the end of
>>  his visit, he
>>  is shown into a ward with a number of people with no obvious signs of
>>  injury. He goes to greet the first 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.".
>>  Tony, being somewhat confused goes to the next patient and greets him. He
>>  replies:
>>  "Some hae meat, and canna eat,
>>  And some wad eat that want it,
>>  But we hae meat and we can eat,
>>  And sae the Lord be thankit."
>>  The third starts rattling off as follows:
>>  "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!".
>>  Tony turns to the doctor accompanying him and asks "What sort of ward this
>>  is, is it a mental ward?".
>>  "No," replies the doctor, "It's the Burns unit."