An Ode To Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome
From Detective Inspector Rabbi Burns of the Hong Kong Police.
Wee sleekit raging flu disease,
Could ye no tak oot the like o' these?
Yon Tien Man, Josephine, Tung an' Tony,
Oor leadership that's just sae phoney.
A plague on them a', they've just nae clue,
Not wan o' them kens just whit tae do,
A bunch a' ijits tae a man,
For God's sake bring back Anson Chan.
But whit a' Tung and his ministerial peers?
They've a' given in tae their panic and fears,
Nae for them sharing Hong Kong's pain,
They a' gone off on't first outbound plane.
So dear Hong Kong masses, remember these times,
And yon civil servants in the front lines,
Riskin' their health withoot fear or favour,
While the government clowns continue tae haver.