It's Burns Night

[Gord]

Jim O Shachter


Intae the wids amongst the trees

Jim bared his erse, his cheeks tae ease

Nae sooner had his breeks gan doon
Than shity flees were swarmin roon





Intae the wind he bared his baws

And frae his erse a big keeck faws

The reek it curled amongst the trees

Twis enough tae mak the birdies sneeze

An a the beasts in burn and ditch

Got a whiff o something awfy rich



Big Jim he wis in awfy pain

It came out his erse like a nine pun wean

There wis a tear faw fae his ee

Fur a bigger shite you’d never see



Big Jims erse wis raw and sair

Says Big Jim I’ll shite nae mair

Yonder it lay among the grit

A steemin, stinkin muckle shit



There it lay sae soft sae fresh

Nae hair ,nae teeth, nae brains, nae flesh

Tae wipe his erse Jim yaised a docken

While a aroon the birds were boacken



Jim happed it ower wi stanes and stoor

Then sauntered off across the moor

A wee bit quicker wi bein sae light

Efter riddin himself o that muckle shite



Noo a’ve telt ye this tale for a wee bit laughter

A tale ye can tell for ever after

A tell ye noo, a swear its true

The tale o Jim o Shachter

[Rydive]

Very good! :D

[Mr Flibble]

I laughed so hard I think I've just done one anaw.

[Fran]

Brilliant...

off to plagerise.

[dive granny]

With apologies to Robert Burns, then:D:D

[charlie]

Nice one, Gordy boy :D

I spent Burns Night playing underwater rugby... mental! :rolleyes:

[Bikerbill]

Very enjoyable :D