One for the Americans......

[Paul_D]

Oh whit a sleekit horrible beastie

Lurks in yer belly efter a feastie

Just as ye sit doon among yer kin

There sterts tae stir an enormouse wind

 

The neeps an tatties an mushy peas

Stert workin like a gentle breeze

But soon the puddin wi the saunce face

Will have ye blowin all ower the place

Nae matter whit the hell ye dae

A'body's gonna have tae pay

Even if ye try tae stifle

It's like a bullet oot a rifle

 

Haud yer bum tight ta yer chair

Tae try an stop the reekin air

Shift yersel fae cheek tae cheek

But aw yer efforts go assunder

Ootit comes like a clap o thunder

Ricochets aroon the room

Michty me a sonic boom

 

God almighty it fairly reeks

Hope a havnae **** ma breeks

Tae the bog i better scurry

Aw whit the hell it's no ma worry

A'body roon about me chokin

Wan or twa are nearly bokin

 

I'll feel better for a while

Cannae help but raise a smile

 

Wis it him I shout wi accusin glower

Alas too late he's just keeled ower

Ye dirty bugger they shout an stare

Adinnae feel welcome any mair

 

Where e're ye go let the wind gang free

Sounds like just the job for me

Whit a fuss at Rabbies party

Ower the sake o'wan wee farty

[Jeff S]

Understood every word!

[Alan Stubbs]

Pure quality.

 

Rabi burns - The first Scots Jewish Poet?