My wife is a music teacher,
So I'm proud to play a tune,
Like a well trained singer,
That fills the whole room.
I hope she'll join me for a duet,
Together we'd sound fine,
Proudly playing on a stage,
Where lots of posh people dine.
Each with spoon in hand,
Their onion soup slurping,
The look in their eyes tells me,
They love our bottom burping.
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bottom burping? ? a British idiom, is it? Beans Become Bottom Burping I could blame it on milk, or on the cheese, but I think it was bean curry I was slurping... while dining with Valsa [the cute PH tease]... that caused my awful bottom burping, and … brought other diners..... DOWN to their knees! bri :)