Was It The Dublin Coddle☘️
( going out on a Limerick )
There once was a copper named Bart
‘Twas famous the way he could fart,
Locals thought it obscene
How he’d pile on the beans,
The crowd all said ‘He must be smart!’
He seemed to be bless’d from the start
Bart turned pooting into an art,
So on St Paddy’s Day
We were happy and gay,
A party there’d be a la carte.
The town planners made it a gift
And foot the bill due to the thrift,
All the ladies would make
Shepherd’s pie, Coddle bake,
Men making green beer on each shift.
Plus slabs of corn beef, veggies too
And stock pots filled with mutton stew,
The cabbage and butter
Will make a tum flutter,
Thus filling up on much ado.
And after Bart toasted the dell
With Bailey’s that had him feel swell,
He kept drinking a bit
Then fell down in a fit,
Rolled over and didn’t look well.
He felt like he’d swallowed two bricks
The food, beer and wine didn’t mix,
Crawled on both hands & knees
Even begged for green cheese,
The crowd only nodded,
Then heard a sound as if from Hell
Bart tried not to give out a yell,
So they couldn’t believe
There was nothing to see,
The only thing though was a smell!
And up from the crowd came a shout
They knew Bart had figured it out,
For technique passing wind
You can tell when he grinned,
This called for green lager or stout!
Written by Jade-Pandora
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