A young Scottish poet called Sproat
grabbed his drunk Dad by the throat,
he said " You're a bastard
for coming home plastered
and spoiling this poem what I wrote."
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From: "Sally Evans" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, December 21, 2002 10:36 PM
Subject: this I must share
I donšt think it hit the national papers, but a solicitor in Inverness was
writing poetry one night when his elderly father came in drunk. The
solicitor was so incensed that his father had interrupted his poetry that he
tried to beat the old man to death. The father is now in sheltered housing
and the solicitor is in court...
SallyE
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