MA PLASTIC KILT
Andrew Hennessey
Me and ma plastic kilt
Have the ‘Burgh crowds all thrill’t
Worn without guilt
The sweat that was spill’t
Playing the ceilidhs with ma fiddle
Nothing so demure
As lambswool pure
The enduring shape of plastic
So that nothing drastic
Happens in the wash
Tough as nails
The threads don’t pale
As I go full tilt
In ma plastic kilt
Leapin’ the stage with ma fiddle
No soft fringes to twiddle
In Scottish ventures that were built
On ma plastic kilt
Whilst playin’ the fiddle
And there’s the riddle
Mortgaged to the hilt
How Scottish I’ve felt
In my plastic kilt
A sartorial dare
That cannot compare
To the easy weaves of the Laird
But if ever buried in ancestral silt
In ma plastic kilt
It’s my bones that will have the flair.
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A man in a kilt always get my attention 😉
Posted by bruisedbelly | January 8, 2014, 6:51 pmGreat poem BUT the title should be ‘ME AND (or AN’) MA PLASTIC KILT’;
also, the first line should begin the same, i.e. no ‘And’ to start it. When you recite it live, you can put in an ‘and’ or whatever edit you want, but not when written as it spoils the flow.
Thx, RC
Posted by Arcydarcy | January 8, 2014, 6:52 pm