Scotsman

Title: Scotsman

Author: Silent Poet

Well a Poet clad in kilt left a bar on evening fair

And one could tell by how we walked that he had drunk more than his share

He fumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet

Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by

And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye

See yon sleeping Poet so strong and handsome built

I wonder if it's true what he don't wear beneath the kilt

They crept up on that sleeping Poet quiet as could be

Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see

And there behold, for them to see, beneath his Highland skirt

Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone

Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along

As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow

Around the bonnie star, the Poet's kilt did lift and show

Now the Poet woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree

Behind a bush, he lift his kilt and gawks at what he sees

And in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes.

O lad I don't know where you been but I see you won first prize