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,  
transfixed.  
 
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!