Brian Monteith (aka “The Homogenised Blob”)
The wonderful Brian Monteith
Cried “Freedom” while baring his teeth
To the beat of the drum
Raising kilt above bum
He displayed almost nothing beneath
The Brexiteer’s how they all cheered on and roared
And gloried at the sight of enemies gored
Shrieking “do it like Gibson
Go on now you can fib son
Historical accuracy be ignored
But Monteith, not content to defend
Decided to rampage and to send
All his force down south
And his beard round his mouth
To please Farage (his old scrotish friend)
Then Monteith, saw a far greater chance
As he furthered his English advance
Beyond where any Scot
Ever got, overshot
Ending up in a commune in France