Thursday, 24 March 2011



There was a stick wi shite a ower it,
That drifted tae a city ower time,
An academic saw it in a pit,
And took an interest in a the grime.
He took it tae the Profs wha gasped in awe,
And commenced tae study its rustic charm,
Critically analysed a they saw,
Discovered the shite had come fae a farm.
They foond oot the stick had come fae a tree,
Had been dipped in the shite by a wee boy,
They published papers on wha he could be,
Whether the stick be a weapon or toy.
A tred tae mak ane but a became sick,
As nane could match up tae the first shite-stick.

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