Angus and the Monster
'Twas on a gloomy Loch Ness shore
Where swirling fog had whitened
That Angus J McTavish saw
A thing that left him frightened.
A strange occurrence while he drank
Disturbed his nightly tipples;
Despite the booze inside his tank
He noticed lots of ripples.
And then a giant slowly rose,
A prehistoric classic,
Poor Angus dropped his flask and froze,
The monster looked Jurassic!
While running to the nearest inn
His tam-o'-shanter bobbled
And when he heard the creature's din
His sporran shook and wobbled.
The locals mocked his drunken lilt,
They told him he was crackers,
So Angus lifted up his kilt
And flashed them with his knackers.
Although he lives with ridicule
And wishes they would knock less,
Despite the laughter as a rule
He still goes down to Loch Ness.
So if you're there and hear odd sounds
The tide may not be risky;
If not old Nessie on her rounds
It's Angus pissed on whisky.
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'Twas on a gloomy Loch Ness shore
Where swirling fog had whitened
That Angus J McTavish saw
A thing that left him frightened.
A strange occurrence while he drank
Disturbed his nightly tipples;
Despite the booze inside his tank
He noticed lots of ripples.
And then a giant slowly rose,
A prehistoric classic,
Poor Angus dropped his flask and froze,
The monster looked Jurassic!
While running to the nearest inn
His tam-o'-shanter bobbled
And when he heard the creature's din
His sporran shook and wobbled.
The locals mocked his drunken lilt,
They told him he was crackers,
So Angus lifted up his kilt
And flashed them with his knackers.
Although he lives with ridicule
And wishes they would knock less,
Despite the laughter as a rule
He still goes down to Loch Ness.
So if you're there and hear odd sounds
The tide may not be risky;
If not old Nessie on her rounds
It's Angus pissed on whisky.
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Autumn will come soon by the looks of those trees