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Post by Is it spring yet, dormouse? on Jan 21, 2014 12:29:55 GMT
Efter the feastie
Oh Whit a sleekit horrible beastie Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie Just as ye sit doon among yer kin There sterts tae stir an enormouse win' The neeps 'n' tatties 'n' mushy peas Stert workin' like a gentle breeze But soon the pudding' wi' the sauncie face Will hae ye blawin' a' ower the place Nae maiter whit the hell ye dae A 'bodys gonnae hiv tae pay Even if ye try tae stifle It's like a bullet oot a rifle Hawd yer bum ticht tae the chair Tae try an' stop the leakin' air Shifty yersel fae cheek tae cheek Prae tae God it disnae reek But aw yer efforts go assunder Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder Ricochets aroon the room Michty me a sonic boom God almichty it fairly reeks Hope a havnae shat ma breeks Tae the bog a better scurry Aw whit the hell, it's no ma worry A 'body roon aboot me chokin Wan or twa are nearly bokin A'll feel better for a while Cannae help but raise a smile Wis him! A shout wi' accusin glower Alas too Late, he's just keeled ower Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare A dinnae fell welcome ony mair Where e'er ye be let yer wind gang free Sounds like jist the job fur me Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party Ower the sake o' wan wee farty!
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