Tony Blair in an Edinburgh hospital joke

[justcarol67]

In honor of JKR, who lives in Edinburgh, I'm posting this (clean) joke
sent to me by a friend and fellow Potterphile. (There's no HP
connection.) I hope someone besides me finds it funny. (If you don't,
well, I'll understand.) I'm not editing the joke, BTW, except for
spacing. (I'm not sure whose the parenthetical asides are; they may be
my friend's uncle's since he sent her the joke. Anyway, the joke
starts here:

Tony Blair is visiting an Edinburgh hospital (just making sure there's
still one left!). He enters a ward full of patients with no obvious
sign of injury or illness and greets one. 

The patient replies: 

Fair fa your honest sonsie face, 
Great chieftain o the puddin race,
Aboon them a ye take yer place,
Painch, tripe or thairm, 
As langs my airm. 

Blair is confused (easily done), so he just grins and moves on to the
next patient. The patient responds:  

Some hae meat an canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it, 
But we hae meat an we can eat, 
So let the Lord be thankit. 

Even more confused (it ain't hard!), and his grin now rictus-like,*
the PM moves on to the next patient, who immediately begins to chant: 

Wee sleekit, cowerin, timorous beasty,
O the panic in thy breasty, 
Thou needna start awa sae hastie,
Wi bickering brattle 

Now seriously troubled (always thought so), Blair turns to the
accompanying doctor and asks, "Is this a psychiatric ward?" 

"No," replies the doctor, "this is the serious Burns unit." 


Anyway, I hope even one person (besides me) got a laugh out of this
joke. I'll bet JKR would like it.

Carol, wishing she could sign off in Scots dialect and hoping she
won't need to explain the punchline

*"Rictus" is evidently a British expression for having a gaping mouth,
hence the tickling charm, "Rictussempra" (Geoff or someone will
correct me if I'm wrong, I'm sure)