Men in Kilts
by Damsel Plum

Strapping lads in thick socks
and wild hair who rove the hills
blowing bagpipes in the mist
while wanting legs o' lamb.

Brooding men who sit on rocks
and rub the purple heather raw
and dream of dinner in the stars
with sheep-wool softened hands.

With sheep-wool weave against their thighs
And blinding patterns ever nigh
The men in kilts will make me sigh
When they kick their legs up high.

 

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Photo of crazed Lamb-lover courtesy C. Filius