For those who can translate from the Scottish, here is a poetic report on the recent events at Glasgow Airport!
'Twas doon by the inch o' Abbots, oor Johnny walked one day
When he saw a sicht that troubled him, far more that he could say
A fanatic muslim *******, wiz doin what he'd planned
And intae Glesca's departure hall, a Cherokee he'd rammed.
A big Glaswegian polis, came forward tae assist
He thocht "a wumman driver", or at least someone half-pissed
But to his shock nae drunken Jock emerged to grasp his hand
But a flamin Arab loony, frae Al Qaeda's band
The mad Islamist nut-case had set hissel' on fire
And swung oot at the polis, GBH his clear desire
Now that's no richt wur Johnny cried, And sallied tae the fray
A left hook and a heid butt required tae save the day.
Now listen up Bin Laden, yir sort's nae wanted here
For imported English radicals, us Scoatsman huv nae fear
Oor hame grown Glesca Asians, will have nae bluidy truck
So tak yer worldwide jihad, an get yersel tae F***
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