Kilts & Stilts

Scotch Mist

I’m feeling lofty, on a high,
I feel that I can touch the sky.
I relish all admiring stares,
And smile benignly, tout my wares.

I proffer leaflets to the masses,
They’re so red-faced those little lasses.
The mums and dads look really miffed!
Whatever could have gone adrift?

I bend down lower, hear some shrieks,
And feel a draught round my bum cheeks!
Mums are tutting, dads go crazy,
What follows this is VERY hazy…

Please heed the moral of this rhyme:
When you get dressed, just take some time,
Remember do not wear your kilt,
When you’re parading on high stilts.

Shirley McIntyre

August 2016