A JOCULAR AND DERISIVE POEM WHAT I WROTE WITH A SUITABLY LONG TITLE TO GET EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION - CLEVER EH?
The bagpipes make a canny sound
that make your head go round and round.
Or could it be the whisky's touch
that makes it happen quite so much?
I canna tell if the truth be known,
for when I hear that dreadful groan
I always reach for liquid solace
and suffer more than William Wallace.