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The Threshers Lament.
Up the blutty ladder,
start work on the thresher.
My guts are all on fire.
Down the blutty ladder.
Crouch behind the shed.
Up the blutty ladder,
Start work once more.
Diawich! my old guts again.
Down the blutty ladder,
Crouch behind the shed!
Once more up the ladder,
Start up once again.
My gut still on fire.
Holding my stomach,
I cannot even sit down.
"You alright?what have you done?
His anxious workmates enquired.
I tell you,I tellyou-up
And down the blutty ladder,
Down behind the shed!
There,I shit two farts,
And now,I fart one shit.
LOL...ohhh, this was fantastic....and believe it or not, I could read it somewhat with a Welsh accent. (My mum grew up in North Wales...Anglesey (sp?) I got quite a giggle with this....I think we have all related to this at some time or other...lol. Thanks for sharing... Peace, LadyHawke :-)