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4play See other 4play Articles Title: Jimmy McNulty's Bonnie Scotland Here's the deal: Once upon a time there was a web page that featured the poetry of a fictional drunken lout by the name of "Jimmy McNulty". Often was the time when I'd look up the site to have a good laugh at the ribald and twisted musings of this colorful sot. Alas, this site ended up falling victim to neglect and eventually disappeared from the internet. Being the obsessive-compusive malcontent that I am, I endeavored to find this site and after a while managed to find a backup on an archival web page. So, without further adieu, and before the internet chooses to lose these pearls of poetic flights of fancy, I'm sharing them here with you. Lucky you. Be advised: These are ribald, twisted, and may end up causing permanent damage to sensitive souls. You have been warned. ************************************************ Jimmy McNulty's Bonnie Scotland - Poetry Corner. ************************************************ It's a solitary life up here in the Campsie Fells. THE WHINING WRINKLY BASTARDS When auld men sing a tearfu' sang ©James U. McNulty 1996 ************************************************ MY HEARTLESS DARK-EARED BEAUTY I loved a lass, a bonnie lass ©James U. McNulty 1996 ************************************************ ODE TAE WHISKY The golden liquid calls tae me For ye can stuff yer cannabis, Sure once I met a hippy I bade him tae my lonely cave "And if I take your home-made hooch, ©James U. McNulty 1996 ************************************************ Lulu, Lovely Lul When spring-time comes and city folk I'll share them wi ma favourite sheep ©James U. McNulty 1996 ************************************************ BIG STEVIE'S GOT THE SHITS AGAIN! Big Stevie's got the shits again, Ah warned ye Stevie! Never huv , ©James U. McNulty 1996 ************************************************ YOU OWE ME SEVEN QUID, YA PRICK! Hey! Where's ma seven quid, ya prick! Whit's that ye say? We've never met? ©James Urquhart McNulty - 1996 ************************************************ TRANSVESTSHITE Ye're helluva forward, Malcolm And lest we reach that heady stage © James Urquhart McNulty - 1996 ************************************************ Rumor has it that Mr. McNulty left this mortal coil when he lead a group of "Tartan Army" regulars into a local pub that was at that moment occupied by a large contingent of the Leeds United fans who were at that moment drowning their sorrows in multiple cups of beer after losing a soccer game to Scotland. His last words were reportedly "Aye, yeah, and FOOK YOU all, you pansy-assed Limey ball lickers! I'll personally kick every one of your asses!"
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