A Scot’s Lament fur her American Fellows (Oan their election of a tangerine gabshite walloper).

America, aw whit ye dain?! How could ye choose a clueless wain Ti lead yir country? Who wid trust A man sae vile?! A racist, sexist eedjit Wi a shite hairstyle? Yet lo, ye votit (michty me!) Ti hawn’ this … Continue reading

The Lion’s Roar

As dawn broke oan the 7th of May, An’ Scotland rose fur pollin’ day, It never could huv guessed events Wur ti unfold That, wan by wan, wid set the land Alight in gold. As a left ti cast ma … Continue reading