I'm Sorry

[AL-58]

Prince Charles is visiting an Edinburgh hospital. He enters a ward full of patients with no obvious sign of injury or illness and greets one. The patient replies: "Fair fa your honest sonsie face, Great chieftain o the puddin race, Aboon them a ye take yer place, Painch, tripe or thairm, As langs my airm." HRH is confused, so he just grins and moves on to the next patient. The patient responds: "Some hae meat an canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat an we can eat, So let the Lord be thankit."

Even more confused, and his grin now rictus-like, the Prince moves on to The next patient, who immediately begins to chant: "Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty, O the panic in thy breasty, Thou needna start awa sae hastie, Wi bickering brattle."

Now seriously troubled, Charles turns to the accompanying doctor and asks "Is this a psychiatric ward?"

"No," replies the doctor, "this is the serious Burns unit."

[McMurdo]

Haaaaa. Thats a good one I am stealing it to send to my Dad he's head of the Burns society in his home town. Thanks for the laugh.

[pipesndrumsnun]

I enjoyed it!

[Luckey]

That was great!

[Bob C]

Thanks! That is likely to bring a nice mixture of laughs and groans at my next Burns Night.

[Archangel]

That was truly awful.

Of course, I'm stealing it and forwarding it around the world.
Thanks.

[David Dalglish]

Very funny

[McClef]

Very amusing joke!

[Arlen]

Oh, that brought a laugh on a very, very bad day.
I love it.

[Nick]

You were right to apologize ahead of time!

That was hilarious. I'll have to tell my lady wife wen she gets home.