A Wee Poem
A Scotsman clad in kilts, left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
Well later on two young and lovely girls just happened by
And one says to the other, with a twinkle in her eye
"Oh see yon sleepy Scotsman, so strong and handsome built?"
"I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt."
So they creeped up to the sleeping Scotsman, quiet as could be
And they lifted up his kilt above the waist so they could see
And there behold, for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt,
Twas nothing but what God had blessed him with upon his birth.
Well they marveled for a moment, then one said, "We best be gone."
"But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along."
So as a gift, they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt lifted showed.
When the Scotsman woke to nature's call, he stumbled towards the trees
Behind the bush, he lifts his kilt, and he gawks at what he sees,
And in a startled voice, he says to what's before his eyes,
"My friend, I don't know where you've been, but I see you won first prize!