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Bonnie Scotch Ladies

Oh ! The swirl o the kilt ! The Maid 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 ! The Lady 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 !

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Date: 11/30/2018 5:21:00 PM
Great limericks! You’ve captured the meter and the hilarious content so well. Best wishes. Deb
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Date: 2/17/2018 4:57:00 PM
ha! i enjoyed them both, nigel! very entertaining...
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