A Burns Poem Of A Fart 1 comments | Posted by konifur 12 months ago

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tae a fart-oh what a sleekit horrible beastie.
lurks in yer belly after a feastie
nea matter wit ye dea
somebody will have ta pay.
even if ye try to stifle
it`s like a bullet oot a rifle
Michty me a sonic boom
hawd ya bum to the chair
to try to stop the leakin air
shimmy yer self form cheek to cheek
and prey to god it disnae leak
oot it comes like a clap of thunder
ricochets aroon the room
god all mighty it fairly reeks
i hope i havenae shit ma breeks.

(I KNOW IT`S NOT THE FULL VERSION BUT THERE YOU GO. BUT IT`S A REAL POEM FROM THE MASTER HIMSELF)

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DebzPage Posted on Dec 20, 2008 at 06:32 AM 5,270 tokens, 1.83 weeks wasted

Oh Robbie Burns... not always the gentleman poet

I keep pressing 'Escape' But I'm still here....
A Proud V Double B
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