Bonnie Scotch Ladies
The swirl o the kilt !
There was an old maid of Pitlochary whose morals were truly a mockery
For under her bed she'd a fellow instead of the usual porcelain crockery !
to the haunt o the pipe !
Each time Lady Sutherland swooned
Her bosoms popped out like balloons
But her butler stands by with a gleam in his eye and lifts them back in with warm spoons !
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2018
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