Macarthur parked his bicycle between two tartan vans

On Burns night in the Trossachs, 'twas the gathering of the clans

An evening of poetry, of rhymes and songs and ditties

While serving wenches strolled around with big plates of Mcvities

Someone read a poem about a scottish cat Mcavity

But mostly it was bawdy stuff of lewdness and depravity

Macintosh w...

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