Kilts & Stilts
Scotch Mist
I’m feeling lofty, on a high,
I feel that I can touch the sky.
I relish all admiring stares,
And smile benignly, tout my wares.
I proffer leaflets to the masses,
They’re so red-faced those little lasses.
The mums and dads look really miffed!
Whatever could have gone adrift?
I bend down lower, hear some shrieks,
And feel a draught round my bum cheeks!
Mums are tutting, dads go crazy,
What follows this is VERY hazy…
Please heed the moral of this rhyme:
When you get dressed, just take some time,
Remember do not wear your kilt,
When you’re parading on high stilts.
Shirley McIntyre
August 2016
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