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A SCOTSMAN'S KILT
A SCOTSMAN'S KILT
I often wonder about a Scotsman's jocks,
under that kilt, above argyle socks,
what if, God forbid, something flopped,
is there anything, such an accident blocks.
That colorful kilt, with pleats so keen,
wrapped around so stiff and clean,
but has no pockets, which is kind of mean,
instead a pouch, a sporran, helping to screen.
What if a sharp wind should come abrupt.
causing his honor to be corrupt,
and a fine Scots jig, was interrupt,
Never mind, I looked it up.
I often wonder about a Scotsman's jocks,
under that kilt, above argyle socks,
what if, God forbid, something flopped,
is there anything, such an accident blocks.
That colorful kilt, with pleats so keen,
wrapped around so stiff and clean,
but has no pockets, which is kind of mean,
instead a pouch, a sporran, helping to screen.
What if a sharp wind should come abrupt.
causing his honor to be corrupt,
and a fine Scots jig, was interrupt,
Never mind, I looked it up.
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A SCOTSMAN`S KILT
A SCOTSMAN`S KILT
