The falsehoods of Jonny Bull

McTruth and Thistles inauguration is commemorated by their first official leaflet entitled “The falsehoods of Jonny Bullshit” as shown below.

The falsehoods of Jonny Bullshit

Hey Diddle Diddle John Bull was talking drivel

The King pricked up his ears

But the people Scotland did laugh so much

That they had to wipe away their tears

One day Jonny went to the printing press

And King George was sure to follow

And the lies that Jonny printed off

Even George found them hard to swallow

In the latest edition of “H H” again we find Johnny Bullshit is woefully inaccurate with his pitiful attempt at paraphrasing the exceptional works of McTruth the Sayer. It is implausible that such a Bard would write such drool that falls so easily from the mouth of the kings fool like a fountain of puss from a recurring boil. Whilst the villanelles of McTruth falls off the tongue like a babbling brook making its way towards the stream of enlightenment, the ineloquent and turgid lines of Jonny can only be described as a river of effluent sluggishly working its way downstream toward the cesspit of inadequacy where it ultimately belongs.

We look forward to more amateur incoherence from the Kings brain dead court Jester in further editions of “H H”.

His ramblings on the subject of Aberdeen are laughable. If the truth be known the only fashion that comes out of Aberdeen are the fine woven clothes produced in the Hanoverian sweat houses which are manufactured using the forced labour of the downtrodden populace of Scotland.

Whilst the people of this land starve on a diet of oats and water, ships leave the port of Aberdeen laden with the fruits of Scotland that have been plundered by the foul soldiery of the crown only to find its way to the tables of the obese absentee landlords in England.

The Bonnie Prince has liberated Aberdeen, as he will do with all of Scotland, so that its people can share in its riches and that they will not starve or be forced to shiver in the rags that their English overlords require them to wear.

Long live the Stuarts
The only true bloodline of Scottish Kings