Hospital visit.

  • Nicked from another forum.




    Prince Charles is being shown around a Scottish hospital.


    At the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious signs of injury. He goes to examine the first man he sees, and the man proclaims:



    Fair fa' yer 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.



    The Prince, somewhat taken aback, goes to the next patient, and immediately the patient launches into:


    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.



    This continues with the next patient:


    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 run and chase thee,


    wi' murdering prattle!"



    "Well," Prince Charles says to his Scottish colleague, "I see you saved the psychiatric ward for the last."


    "Nay, nay," the Scottish doctor corrected him, "this is the Serious Burns unit.



    Andy.




    Every day above ground is a good day.

  • Crackin’, Andy :thumbup:


    Reminds me of a recent 25th January celebration at our local ‘far-eastern’ restaurant, it was billed as a Chinese Burns night. I wasn’t going to go but my brother twisted my arm :)

    '04 TDM900, ‘84 XL600R (again), ‘08 Ulysses XT & Mrs. JRT’s F650GS

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