At the Conference of Scottish inventions
Dolly the sheep arrived, with hair new permed, blue rinsed
Ten Adhesive stamps were licking the boots
Of every EU funder
Bovril and the cloud chamber
Had no mates. They only turned up for the freebies
Lime cordial and marmalade were the main speakers
Their event was fully booked.
The take up of their tasters was phenomenal
A paddle steamer, a lorry and a piano
Couldn't enrol due to lack of parking spaces
Ten raincoats and 16 cans of Irn Bru
Were mobbed by friends and admirers
No-one could get enough of them
Until the sun came out,
And the coffee waiter arrived.
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