Tucked with Ken and Bert in a room,
When out of the darkness the duo did zoom.
At first, I thought, just an anal slip,
Till the “tooting” increased to quite a clip.
“Stop that you two!”, I snarled in a threat,
But only Ken began to sweat.
Bert continued tooting away,
Snorting while creating his own little “play”.
I lay there in silence, starting to fume,
As the wretched stench slowly filled the room.
Suddenly I yelled, ”Cease those flatulent whirls.
Or you, I will send, down with the girls!”
“No, Liz! Please don’t do that!
I promise to stop being a brat!”
The silence returned and the air did clear,
As trembling Bert lay there in fear.
So, dear Bert, now that you’re eighty,
Remember those toots can become weighty.
Think before that tune even starts,
And you will remain close to our hearts.
By Patty, for Bert’s 80th ZOOM Toast
That was the famous Bed & Breakfast in Vermont I think in 1997. So glad Lane & I were in anther room. Hazel
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DeleteThe Vermont trips, staying at several B & B were such great fun. |Ken & Patty, Lane & I & Lois Gomerich. For the most part the food was great ----fresh orange juice----- & of course the stops at Tim Horton's. Everyone was enjoying their lunch however, I was having trouble. The sandwich lady with the rubber gloves was picking up the ingredients for my order & then wiping her gloved hands on her not too clean apron & continued making my sandwich. Bert has never let me forget what not to have at Tim's. Always a great brother. Happy Birthday, Love Hazel
ReplyDeleteAnd you lived to tell about it Hazel!!! LOL
ReplyDeleteWell done Slop - I didn't know you were a poet. I am glad you were in the room with him and Ken and not me.
ReplyDeleteHidden talent!!! LOL
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