At The Conference For Scottish Inventions Poem by Sheena Blackhall

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.