I ate a tin of Heinz baked beans
And now there's wind about
But I have got my trousers on
And there is now way out
I expect my pants will take the brunt
Of gasses so explosive
And stain my jockey shorts for me
And make them seem erosive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a funny poem? ....but remember Phil keep away from a naked flame because she might not like the bang!