The Scottish Play
There was a young Scots lass named Lilt
Who wondered, “What’s under Mac’s kilt?”
She asked him politely,
He answered contritely,
“It used to be braw but it’s wilt”.
There was a young Scotsman named Vin,
A wench tossed a coin with a grin.
He hoisted his kilt,
Said, "Keep yer wee gilt -
I forgaw ma knickers agin!"
March 8, 2021
Copyright © Peter Bryce | Year Posted 2021
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