The Kilt Poem by Jim O'Donnell

Wearing my kilt is so much fun
Except in winter when not much sun
Chill blanes in some funny places
You can see embarrassment on my face

Keep your legs shut was the shout
When I sat down with legs spread out
Must remember when on the bus
Keep my legs shut it’s a must

My sporn it is clean and bright
Money tuck in deep inside
Woolly socks up to my knee’s
They help stop that winter breeze

Got to watch out for the wind
Or kilt will be up round my chin
Wee nessy he will be all bare
If that wind shoots right up there

Proud of Scotland I must say
I’m true Scottish in every way
Girls blush as they go by
Say who the heck is this guy

Chellaston
04 03 2010