Rabbie Burns Joke (featuring Mr Gordon Brown)

Gordon Brown is being shown around an Edinburgh hospital. Towards the end of his visit, he is shown into a ward of people with no obvious signs of injury.He greets the first patient and the chap replies:

"Fair fa' your honest sonsie face,
Great chieftain e' the puddin' race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm,Weel are ye Wordy o'a grace,
As lang's my arm."

Gordon, being somewhat confused, grins and moves on to the next patient and greets him. He replies:

"Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thank it."

Then Gordon moves on to the third patient who starts rattling off:

"Wee sleek it, cowr' in, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi bickering brattle!"

Gordon turns to the doctor accompanying him and asks, "What sort of ward is this, a mental ward?"

"No" replies the doctor,
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"............this is the Serious Burns Unit."