Flatulence

LOL AS...although we learned that whole version as kids at school in Scotland (

(Where e'er ye be, Let yer wind gang free
(Sounds jist the job fir thee an me)
Whit a fuss at Rabbies pairty
Ower the sake o' wan wee ferty.)


we also learned a few other versions...such as this...

Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try tae stop the leakin' air.
Shift yersel' fae cheek tae cheek
An' pray to God it disnae reek. :giggle:
 

my dad used to says this little poem...not about the subject but kind off....
in days of old when men were bold ...before toilets were invented...
men left their load by the side of the road and went on quite contented..
 
LOL AS...although we learned that whole version as kids at school in Scotland (

(Where e'er ye be, Let yer wind gang free
(Sounds jist the job fir thee an me)
Whit a fuss at Rabbies pairty
Ower the sake o' wan wee ferty.)


we also learned a few other versions...such as this...

Haud yer bum tight tae the chair
Tae try tae stop the leakin' air.
Shift yersel' fae cheek tae cheek
An' pray to God it disnae reek. :giggle:

Love it!
 


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