a poem for burns night ode to a fart (1 Viewer)

[bazfergy]

Oh sleekit horrible beestie,lurks in yer belly after the feastie
As ye sit doon wae yer kin,there starts to stir an enormous yin,
the neeps and tatties an mushy peas,stert working like a gentle breeze,
But soon the puddin wae the sonsie face,will hae ye blowin awe ower the place.
Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair,tae try and stop the leaking air
shift yerself fae cheek tae cheek,and pray tae god it disnae reek.
But awe yer efforts gan a asunder,oot it comes like a clap o thunder
ricochets aroon the room,michty me a sonic boom,
WIS HIM! i shout with accusin glower,alas to late!hes just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare,a dinny feel welcome anymare.
Where e're ye be,let yer wind gan free,sounds like just the job for me.
Oh what a fuss at rabbies party.a ower the sake o wan wee farty.

 

[derekfaeberwick]

'kin good one, but then yer jist doon the road fae Rabbietoon.:thumb:

 

[Munchie]

Being a Scot, I know that feeling.

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[derekfaeberwick]

Being a Scot, I know that feeling.

You feel it, you know it,

you wait until the dog appears,

and, then you blow it.