The Dance Competition
A dance competition went horribly wrong.
During an Irish gig and a Highland fling song.
The gigger flung his foot out in front.
The flinger went flying, taking the brunt.
When the two crash landed in a heap.
The spectators gasped in their seats.
The flinger's kilt was around his head.
"I apologise for nay underwear" he said.
The gigger of course had breeches on.
His modesty preserved but his chances all gone.
For tripping the flinger he was the dismissed one.
So the Highland Fling flinger that was flung won.
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