The Philosophy o' a Puir Scot in his Cups

[Wee Angus McWordy]

Oh mah heid, it hurtsh lik' hell,(hic)
Mair Drambuie ah need assh well,
Noo, gehther roon' (c'mon mon!) an' hear I'll tell
Aboot how tae sshurvive in this life,
Aye, how tae sshuurvive in this life...(hic)

Ye Ken...urrghh..whit wiz ah sayin? Aye..aye..

Ye Ken when yer died an' a rrat..aye..?
Sshume sshay yar gonnae sshtill be alive..
Ye ken...ah'm gonnae come back is...
As...witshhername..erm... Lorraine Kelly's Bra..(hic)
An' I'll hae anorra drink ana'

In this life... ye've got tae hae a drink
An' let it a' pass ye by
Cos we huv tae lisshen tae rrat rrabbish
Ca'd... Jussshtin Timbershmimberwhitsit...
Guiz mair o' rrat Drambuie...
How's it gaun oor Hughie?

And sshume mair great ph.. f.. lophisey
C'mon sit doon here besshide me (hic)
An' I'll tell ye aboot oor Hugh..
Who used tae get drunka and annoy some que...
(TTHUDD).

[alex]

My dad used to have a friend called Hughie. He was Scottish (Hughie, not my dad) and I couldnae understand him either.

A very inspirational poem.. I particularly liked the end.

Keep writing Angus....

[Daphne]

A delightfuylly drunken entry from Wee Angus.

[annettecurtain]

My head's hurting now. I'm glad you're not Japanese.

[4gemini7]

No where does drunk like the Scotts gotta love 'em and the accent!

[Wee Angus McWordy]

You "gotta"
D'ye mean "gottae"?