Post by NorryC on Jan 23, 2009 16:58:36 GMT 1
Oh what a sleekit, horrible beastie
Lurks in yer stomach efter a feastie.
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin,
There sterts tae stir an enormous wind.
The neeps an' tatties an' mushy peas
Stert workin like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin' wi' the sonsie face
Will huv ye blawin' a' ower the place
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A'body's gonnae huv tae pay.
Even if ye try tae stifle
It's like a bullet oot a rifle.
Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try an' stop the leakin' air.
Shift yersel' fae cheek to cheek
An' pray tae God it disnae reek.
But a' yer efforts go assunder
Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder.
It ricochets aroon' the room Michty me!
A sonic boom!
God almighty, it fairly reeks
(Ah hope ah huvnae shit ma breeks!)
Straight tae the bog ah better scurry
Aw whit the hell, it's no' ma worry.
A'body roon' aboot me's chokin',
Wan or two are nearly bokin'.
Ah'll feel much better fur a while,
Ah cannae help but raise a smile.
"Wis him!!" ah shout, wi accusin' glower.
Alas, too late. He's just keeled ower.
"Ya dirty bugger!" they shout and stare.
Ah dinnae feel welcome ony mair.
Where e'er ye be, let yer wind gang free
(sounds jist the job fur thee and me)
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty
Ower the sake o' wan wee ferty.
Lurks in yer stomach efter a feastie.
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin,
There sterts tae stir an enormous wind.
The neeps an' tatties an' mushy peas
Stert workin like a gentle breeze
But soon the puddin' wi' the sonsie face
Will huv ye blawin' a' ower the place
Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A'body's gonnae huv tae pay.
Even if ye try tae stifle
It's like a bullet oot a rifle.
Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try an' stop the leakin' air.
Shift yersel' fae cheek to cheek
An' pray tae God it disnae reek.
But a' yer efforts go assunder
Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder.
It ricochets aroon' the room Michty me!
A sonic boom!
God almighty, it fairly reeks
(Ah hope ah huvnae shit ma breeks!)
Straight tae the bog ah better scurry
Aw whit the hell, it's no' ma worry.
A'body roon' aboot me's chokin',
Wan or two are nearly bokin'.
Ah'll feel much better fur a while,
Ah cannae help but raise a smile.
"Wis him!!" ah shout, wi accusin' glower.
Alas, too late. He's just keeled ower.
"Ya dirty bugger!" they shout and stare.
Ah dinnae feel welcome ony mair.
Where e'er ye be, let yer wind gang free
(sounds jist the job fur thee and me)
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty
Ower the sake o' wan wee ferty.
