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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I grew up on granddaddy's ranch There wasn’t a bull I couldn’t conquer My cowboy boots only came off When I changed my clothes for soccer I love the smell of fresh green grass The sound of the ball hitting the goal post I love racing down the field Ya’ll listening? I love soccer it’s the most Well. let me tell you a little story ‘bout Flying on a plane Our team went to Scotland To play in a big game My excitement turned to fear I was just a mess The players came from the other team and each one had on a dress John gave me a flower I think I saw it wilt My coach whispered in my ear Calm down that is a Kilt Now ya’ll I know I am from Texas We’re called the Lone star State We love our fellow man Ain’t a neighbor that I hate But to see a handsome boy Smile and try to flirt Reach his hand to shake mine while wearing a wool skirt I know I know it’s called a Kilt and it’s a part of their tradition but what is a girl to do I’ve never dealt with such conditions They come in many colors John’s was green and red His friend had one of grey and blue Matched the hat upon his head The goalie for their soccer team Was a boy called David Heath He laughed and whispered in my ear “We wear nothing underneath.” Did I mention I’m from Texas? Well, I ain’t no Southern Belle The thoughts I had while practicing Would’ve made my Mama yell I looked it up in history books Researched in magazines To wear one of those in Scotland Is like a Texan wearing jeans I tried to act naturally but all my head could do was tilt I just had to go back home and tell the story of the Kilt finally, about the time the game was at an end That cute boy from the airport reached for the ball and had to bend I still don’t know if he made the goal I’ll have to ask Coach Milt because all I saw was what he didn’t wear underneath his Kilt 03/07/2021 Written for Scotland-One Rule Poetry Contest Sponsored by Julia Ward
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