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Prime Minister Julia Gillard is visiting a Glasgow hospital during a trip to England. Shee enters a ward full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness, he greets one.

The patient replies:

     “Fair fa your honest sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin race,

      Aboon them a ye take yer place, Painch, tripe or thairm,

      As langs my airm.”

The Prime Minister is confused, so she just grins and moves on to the next patient. The next patient responds:

     “Some hae meat an canna eat, And some wad eat that want it,

      But we hae meat an we can eat, So let the Lord be thankit.”

Even more confused, and her grin now rictus-like, the Julia Gillard moves onto the next patient, who immediately begins to chant:

     “Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty, O the panic in thy breasty,

      Thou needna start awa sae hastie, Wi bickering brattle”

Now seriously troubled, Julia turns to the accompanying doctor and asks, ‘Is this a psychiatric ward?’

‘No,’ replies the doctor, ‘this is the serious Burns unit.’ .

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