We don’t normally do poetry, but when that Musselburgh rhymester Roger McKillop gets his dander up about a certain will-o’-the-wisp politician, we’re scared to refuse! So, appropriately on Burns Day, here is Roger with a trio of poems that he accurately calls a Triumvi-rant.
Unlucky Number!
Oor useless Baker’s Dozen,
Surrendered tae the whips,
Despite their protestations,
Impotently, dropped frae lips!
They meekly followed orders,
Jist like driven kye,
Exposin’ their ain Country,
Tae every Tory lie!
Bit were they no’ elected,
Tae defend their native folk,
In impotence an’ leaderless
Proved them jist a joke?
“Unamended”, weak an’ stuffy.
Jist whaur the feck wis Fluffy?
Nemo mi impune lacessit!!
Oor Devolution destruction’s,
The foul Tories plan,
An’ maun be opposed
Wi’ aw’ the vigour that we can!
Reject their hypocrisy,
An’ self-righteous contempt,
Tae aw’ opposition,
They deem, they’re exempt!
Scots people are sovereign,
Frae Arbroath, we declared,
We’ll choose oor ain leaders,
We’re nae Nation run scared!
Mark weel, lest vengeance, ye see,
Gin ye “daur meddle wi’ me!”
Team Fluffy?
Frae the useless Baker’s Dozen,
Is thon the best that they can dae?
A snivellin’, weak, incompetent,
Wha’d ne’er be “picked tae play!”
When wi’ a choice, o’ yin frae yin,
They drafted in a ringer!
A Meenister jist oan sufferance,
An’ unloved, unwanted minger!
He’s noo tryin’ tae graw an’ Empire,
Tae gie credence tae his place,
As Westminster’s Viceroy,
Oor Parliament tae replace?
Wi’ Holyrood, he maun na’ compete,
Sae mak’ his office obsolete!
Oor useless Baker’s Dozen,
Surrendered tae the whips,
Despite their protestations,
Impotently, dropped frae lips!
They meekly followed orders,
Jist like driven kye,
Exposin’ their ain Country,
Tae every Tory lie!
Bit were they no’ elected,
Tae defend their native folk,
In impotence an’ leaderless
Proved them jist a joke?
“Unamended”, weak an’ stuffy.
Jist whaur the feck wis Fluffy?
Nemo mi impune lacessit!!
Oor Devolution destruction’s,
The foul Tories plan,
An’ maun be opposed
Wi’ aw’ the vigour that we can!
Reject their hypocrisy,
An’ self-righteous contempt,
Tae aw’ opposition,
They deem, they’re exempt!
Scots people are sovereign,
Frae Arbroath, we declared,
We’ll choose oor ain leaders,
We’re nae Nation run scared!
Mark weel, lest vengeance, ye see,
Gin ye “daur meddle wi’ me!”
Team Fluffy?
Frae the useless Baker’s Dozen,
Is thon the best that they can dae?
A snivellin’, weak, incompetent,
Wha’d ne’er be “picked tae play!”
When wi’ a choice, o’ yin frae yin,
They drafted in a ringer!
A Meenister jist oan sufferance,
An’ unloved, unwanted minger!
He’s noo tryin’ tae graw an’ Empire,
Tae gie credence tae his place,
As Westminster’s Viceroy,
Oor Parliament tae replace?
Wi’ Holyrood, he maun na’ compete,
Sae mak’ his office obsolete!
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