Saturday, August 11, 2007

Poor Old Jock

Poor old Jock McPinkerton.
His firm went to the wall.
But with all his redundancy,
He came out best of all.

So with a lump sum in his hand,
He looked around to see
Where best he could invest his loot
Most profit-ab-ally.

Now Jock enjoyed the vino,
Be it rose, red or white,
And so he bought a vineyard on
A southern facing site.

Alas! Alack! The vineyard failed.
The grapes just would not grow.
His fellow Shetland Islanders
All said, “I told you so.”

For it had been a hair-brained scheme
Devoid of guile and cuteness.
In fact, the whole damn enterprise
Could be described as fruitless.

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