Slightly different Burns poem

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I got this in an e-mail from my Dad, and I thought I'd share it with y'all

ne Wee Scottish Farty (Tae A Fart)


Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie,
Lurks in yer bellie efter a feastie,
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin
There starts to stir an enormous wind.

The neeps and tatties and mushy peas
Start working like a gentle breeze
But soon the pudding wi' the sauncie face
Will hae ye blawin' a' ower the place

Nae matter whit the hell ye dae
a'body's gonnae naw its you
Even if ye try tae stifle
it's like a bullet oot a rifle

Hawd yer bum ticht tae the chair
Tae try tae stop the leakin' air
Shift yersel fae cheek tae cheek
Pray tae god it disnae reek

But a' the efforts go asunder
Oot it comes like a clap o' thunder
Ricochets arrond the room
Michty me! a sonic boom

God almighty it fairly reeks
A' hope a' huvnae **** ma breeks
Tae the bog a' better scurry
Whit the hell, it's no ma worry

A'body roon aboot me choakin'
One or two are nearly boakin'
I'll feel better for a while
Cannae help but raise a smile

It wis him! I shout and glower
Alas too late, he's just keeled ower
Ye dirty bugger! They shout and stare
I'm no that welcome any mair

Where e're ye go let yer wind gang free
That sounds jist the joab fir me
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's party
Ower the sake o' one wee farty

[ January 30, 2005, 16:45: Message edited by: Taluntain ]

 

lmao. Kilty, I take it this poem is about you yes? talking about yourself in 3rd person and all that.

Still, very funny.

 

Love it...
Gotta show this to one of my bosses. He's Irish, but I figure he'll enjoy it anyway.

 

Ach, mercy me. 'Tis quite perturbin' when ye ken what yon poem's aboot, an' even moreso when ye ken the humor o' it all an' laugh 'till ye crap yer breeks. A bonny ditty it would be to be sung, an dear Robbie would be proud o' the way it's gonna circle like one o' his famed winds on the innernet. Ah'll send it to all an' sundry!