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    Burns night poem

    TAE A FART - oh wit a sleekit horrible beastie, lurks in yer belly efter a feastie, nae maiter wit u dae abodys gona hiv 2 pay, even if u try 2 stifle, its lyk a bullet oot a rifle, hawd ur bum tight 2 the chair, 2 try n stop the leakin air, shimmy yersel fae cheek 2 cheek n pray 2 god it disnae reek, oot it cums lyk a clap o thunder, ricochets aroon the room, michty me a sonic boom! God al michty it fairly reeks, hope i huvnae s*** my breeks!

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    You spelled "my" wrong - should be "ma"


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    great poem and hope u enjoyed ur haggis neeps and tatties!

    Original Poster

    Haha

    Still stuffed from all that amazing haggis

    Yum

    Is that in Welsh?

    text speak, could never understand it

    Planting Claymore!!!

    Very funny

    Original Poster

    Haha @ Fwibble
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