A Papal Audience in Weegieland

The Pope is visiting Glasgow, and is engulfed by a crowd of folk – Young and old.

One wee Glesca bauchle, in his late teens, manages to work his way through the throng, and tugs at the Holy Father’s sleeve.

“Frankie boy” he says, “ony chance ye could help wi’ ma hearing?”

The Pope says “of course, my son” and puts his hands on the lad’s ears and prays, removes his hands and says, “How is your hearing now? ”

The wee ned says, “A dinnae ken;  it’s no til next Wednesday.”y


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