Out of the mist the Scotsman came
with kilt and claymore and eyes aflame
straight into the Cloggy Mire
and there by God he did expire.
Never a tear was shed for him
who was so strong in life and limb
nor will his company ever be missed
by maidenkind so seldom kissed
and only the moor could ever claim
the Scotsman on the day he came
with murderous mind and a murderous game
with kilt and claymore and eyes aflame.
Thanks all for comments. This is one a series of lapses I've had while being seduced by the "Scottish presence" and being taken over by the Great McGonagle in spirit form. I was after a sense of the ridiculous as usual.
Your comments carry the flag in that direction !
Ray
makes me want a glass of laphroaig and a shortbread
elPintor
Wed 17th Aug 2016 23:19
Pardon me, please, Ray..just a flurry of thoughts going up here.
elPintor
Wed 17th Aug 2016 23:16
elPintor
Wed 17th Aug 2016 23:14
I can only picture him planting those damn things on his own homeland--eyes aflame.
elP
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Alexandra Parapadakis
Thu 18th Aug 2016 22:51
Brilliant!