Dape
03-02-2006, 10:16 AM
:rolly:
This is Scottish and if u need a translation, ask. This a reply by The Haggis, a traditional Scottish meal on Robbie Burns nite.
http://mimi.essortment.com/burns_rknw.htm
TAE A FERT
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie,
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie.
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin,
There sterts to stir an enormous wind.
The neeps and tatties and mushy peas,
Stert workin' like a gentle breeze.
But soon the puddin' wi' the sauncie face,
Will have ye blawin' all o'er the place.
Nae matter whit ye try tae dae,
A'bodys gonnae have 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.
Shift yersel' frae cheek tae cheek,
Pray tae God it doesnae reek.
But aw yer efforts go assunder,
Oot it comes - a clap o' thunder.
Ricochets aroon the room,
Mighty me, a sonic boom!
God a'mighty it fairly reeks,
Hope I havnae pooed ma breeks!
Tae the loo I better scurry,
Aw who cares, it's no' ma worry.
A'body roon aboot me chokin,
Wan or two are nearly bokin.
I'll feel better for a while,
Cannae help but raise a smile.
"Wis him!" I shout wi' accusin' glower,
Alas too late, he's just keeled o'er!
"Ye dirty thing!" they shout and stare,
I don't feel welcome any mair.
Where ere ye go let yer wind gang free,
Sounds like just the job fur me.
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty,
Ower the sake o' wan wee ferty!!!
This is Scottish and if u need a translation, ask. This a reply by The Haggis, a traditional Scottish meal on Robbie Burns nite.
http://mimi.essortment.com/burns_rknw.htm
TAE A FERT
Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie,
Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie.
Just as ye sit doon among yer kin,
There sterts to stir an enormous wind.
The neeps and tatties and mushy peas,
Stert workin' like a gentle breeze.
But soon the puddin' wi' the sauncie face,
Will have ye blawin' all o'er the place.
Nae matter whit ye try tae dae,
A'bodys gonnae have 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.
Shift yersel' frae cheek tae cheek,
Pray tae God it doesnae reek.
But aw yer efforts go assunder,
Oot it comes - a clap o' thunder.
Ricochets aroon the room,
Mighty me, a sonic boom!
God a'mighty it fairly reeks,
Hope I havnae pooed ma breeks!
Tae the loo I better scurry,
Aw who cares, it's no' ma worry.
A'body roon aboot me chokin,
Wan or two are nearly bokin.
I'll feel better for a while,
Cannae help but raise a smile.
"Wis him!" I shout wi' accusin' glower,
Alas too late, he's just keeled o'er!
"Ye dirty thing!" they shout and stare,
I don't feel welcome any mair.
Where ere ye go let yer wind gang free,
Sounds like just the job fur me.
Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty,
Ower the sake o' wan wee ferty!!!