Last night, Paul Johnson mentioned that Cruel Site of the Day had recently featured a funny Scottish Poetry Corner. He sent me a link, and I nearly pissed myself reading it today. It's written by a guy who goes by the name of Jimmy McNulty, who's not only very vulgar but also very funny. A sample:
YOU OWE ME SEVEN QUID, YA PRICK!
Hey! Where's ma seven quid, ya prick!
Aye YOU! Don't run away!
Ah lent it tae ye doon the pub,
eight years ago last May.
Whit's that ye say? We've never met?
Ya lyin' reprobate!
If ah don't get ma money back
Your balls are oan a plate.
...And that's the cleanest poem in the collection. Where does he get the inspiration? In his own words:
It's a solitary life up here in the Campsie Fells. Tae while awa the lonely hoors, I drink three boatles o' whisky efter which I invariably hae a visitation frae a muse. Allow me tae share wi ye (ignorant swines that ye ur) some of what passes fur the best poetry within 100 miles o' Glesca.
Of course, there are a few other Scottish authors who might disagree with that last bit, but this ignorant swine had a good laugh over it. Almost as funny as the Poetry Corner is Ask Uncle Jimmy.