David George
2011-01-29 01:52:34 UTC
An MP was being shown around a hospital. Near the end of her visit,
she
was shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious
signs of injury.
She went to speak to the first patient and the man proclaimed, ‘Fair
fa’
yer honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the puddin’ race!’
The MP, somewhat taken aback, went to the next patient, and
immediately
the patient launched into, ‘Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad
eat that want it.’
That continued with the next patient, ‘Wee sleekit cow’rin tim’rous
beastie, O what a panic’s in thy breastie!’
‘Well,’ the MP said to the manger accompanying her, I see you’ve
saved
the psychiatric ward to the end.’
‘Och no,’ the manager corrected her, ‘this is the serious Burns unit.’
she
was shown into a ward with a number of patients who show no obvious
signs of injury.
She went to speak to the first patient and the man proclaimed, ‘Fair
fa’
yer honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the puddin’ race!’
The MP, somewhat taken aback, went to the next patient, and
immediately
the patient launched into, ‘Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad
eat that want it.’
That continued with the next patient, ‘Wee sleekit cow’rin tim’rous
beastie, O what a panic’s in thy breastie!’
‘Well,’ the MP said to the manger accompanying her, I see you’ve
saved
the psychiatric ward to the end.’
‘Och no,’ the manager corrected her, ‘this is the serious Burns unit.’