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The Sporran
He proudly wore his tartan attire,
Did he buy it all or was it for hire?
He was a wee Scots man - about five foot three
His huge furry sporran hung down to his knees...
The kilt it was bonny, made of fine wool
He wore it all summer to keep himself cool.
But what did he carry in his sporran so big?
Was it chanter and gear for another Scots gig?...
One day we all sat at the table for tea
When he opened his sporran and what did we see?
What was it he took out - oh! A knife and a fork
We only had dumplin or did he expect pork?...
Was the knife to cut thistles ten feet tall,
That scraped all his thighs and that was not all?
There were not many thistles in fair Lanark town
So maybe he went to hills further down...
Maybe he went up the hills - a haggis to chase,
When he took to his heels at a very fast pace.
Pursuing the haggis with a knife and fork ready,
It would run off in terror on legs not quite steady...
Did the cutlery in his sporran need to be there?
Aye it weighed down his kilt that flew up in the air.
Well a man wearing a kilt decent must be,
In case it blew up over knobbly knee...
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Webmaster replies
I'm worried Cathie. This
particular webmaster wears a kilt (because he plays in a band) and has
knobbly knees.
Have caught a few haggis in my youth
though, usually with a snare (outlawed now of course).
As for my attire that's all I'm
telling you.
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