Here’s one I heard many years ago at a Burns Supper. It’s a bit of fun but serious Robert Burns fans might want to stop reading now 😀
Oh whit sleekit horrible beastie, 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 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 too late, hes just keeled ower!
Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare, I 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 Rabbie’s party, a ower the sake o wan wee farty.
Found out today, can't take it in
Well, that was a farce.........
