Medicine in the UK
Jan 29th, 2008 by calliope
(A Hat Tip to Jen for sending us this wee silly joke. Enjoy!)
Medicine in the UK
Tony Blair is being shown around a hospital. Towards the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward with a number of people with no obvious signs of injury. He goes to greet the first patient and the chap replies:
“Fair fa’ your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain e’ the puddin’ race!
Aboon them a’ ye your place
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace as lang’s my arm.”
Tony, being somewhat confused, goes to the next patient and greets him.
He replies:
“Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit”.
The third patient starts rattling off as follows :
“Wee sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle!
wad be laith to rin an chase thee,
Wi murdering pattle!”
Tony turns to the doctor accompanying him and asks, “What sort of ward is this? A mental ward?”
“No,” replies the doctor, “It’s the Burns unit”
wtf? weirdo