Help please!
The Problem
Christmas dinner is a winner,
But it comes at a price,
You see, it leaves me with some `Flatulence`,
And that isn’t very nice.
It’s not the `taters and turkey,
It’s not the Christmas pud,
It’s the ruddy sprouts and stuffing,
I don’t handle them very good.
Now, I know they’re `gonna get me,
And I try to be discreet,
So when I feel one moving,
I cough or shuffle my feet.
But sometimes I’m not ready,
And I’m caught off my guard,
Then looking for excuses,
Is very, very hard.
Last year while I was sitting,
With a book upon my lap,
A `corker` did escape me,
And it blew off me Son- in-Laws cap.
But this year I will defeat it,
And to satisfy my bride,
I will eat my Christmas dinner,
And spend the next 2 hours outside.
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