[Clear Vision]

Burns Night, Tae a Fert



Oh what a sleekit beastie
Lurks in yer belly efter yer feastie
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There sterts to stir an enormous wind

The neaps and tatties and mushy peas
Stert working like a gental breeze
But soon the pudding wi the sauncie face
Will have ye blawin all over the place

Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
A’bodys gonnae hae tae pay
Even if ye try to stifle
It’s like a bullet oot a rifle

Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try and stop the leakin air
Shify yersel fae cheek to cheek
Prae tae god it doesnae reek

But aw yer efforts go asunder
Oot it comes like a clap a thunder
Ricochets aroon the room
Michty me a sonic boom

Good god almighty it fairly reeks
Hope I huvnae poop my breeks
Tae the bog I better scurry
Aw whit the hell, it’s no ma worry

A’body roon aboot me choking
Wan or two are clearly bokin
I’ll feel better for a while
Ah cannae help but raise a smile

Wis him, I shout with accusing glower
Alas too late, he’s just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare
A dinnae feel welcome any mair

Where e’re ye go let yer wind gan free
Sounds like just the job fur me
Whit a fuss at rabbies perty
Ower the sake o’ won wee ferty

[Chris Cottrell]

Roflmao

Cool man, respect t,ya

[Cleaner Windows]

thats cool m8
think it makes it even better cos its written in scottish tongue