While savouring a glass of the single malt next to a hearth, McGonagall declaims lines such as:
A richt rambusteous "amber bead"
No yin fur faintheart or weak-kneed
A muckle skelp aboot the heid
Pure radge that Laphroaig
The poem, in the style of Robert Burns’ ode to a haggis, has been timed to coincide with Burns Night, which is celebrated on or around the eighteenth century poet’s birthday, 25 January.
Poet: Elvis McGonagall