Posted by Ossian Gunn, the Scottish Poet, Caithness and the Orkney Isles on September 08, 2000 at 07:57:35:
May St. Andrew's blessing be upon this humble poetry.
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The MacWilliam Uncles!
Uncle Angus, tall and proud.
With his sheep bleating loud.
Protects the Lads, "Pax Aye", he shouts!
The elder MacWilliam Uncles.
Uncle Quasi, humped and bent.
Many lasses in his tent.
Giggles and laughs; a randy gent!
The elder MacWilliam Uncles.
Uncle Angus with his stick,
Leads his "dearies" on the quick,
Through the forest, wool tails a-flick.
The elder MacWilliam Uncles.
Uncle Quasi, hee, hee, Hah!
Loves those females. What beauties! Ahhh!
Raise the scotch glass. Slante' mhath!
The elder MacWilliam Uncles.
These two brothers, the Chronicles muse,
One with lassies, and one with ewes,
Will foil the French and their evil ruse.
Angus and Quasi - The Uncles!