[guide.chat] FWD Scotsman.
- From: "Keith Wines" <keith.wines@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "guide chat" <guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2009 08:06:26 +0100
FWD Scotsman.
The Scotsman.
By poet unknown.
Well,a Scotsman clad in kilt,
Left a bar one evening fare,
You could tell by the way he walked,
He'd supped more than his fair share,
Feeling tired, worse for wear,
Unable to keep his feet,
He stumbled off into the grass,
To sleep beside the street,
Two young and lovely girls,
Just happened to pass by,
One said to the other,
With a twinkle, in her eye,
See yon sleeping Scotsman,
So strong and hand some built,
I wonder if it's true,
What they don't wear beneath the kilt,
They crept upon the Scotsman,
So quiet as could be,
Lifting the kilt about an inch,
So they could look and see,
And there behold for them to view, Beneath his Scottish skirt,
Was nothing more than God,
Had graced him with upon his birth,
They marvelled for a moment,
Then one said we must be gone,
Lets leave a present for our friend,
Before we move along,
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, Tied into a bow,
About the bonny star,
The Scotsman's kilt, did lift and show,
Now the Scotsman did wake to nature's call,
And stumbled towards the trees,
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt,
And gawps at what he sees,
In a startled voice he says,
To what's before his eyes,
Hock lad, I dunna know where you been,
But I see you won first prize!
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