Hoots Mon Poem by Phil Soar

Hoots Mon



He wore his tartan skirt as he tossed cabers at the fair
Until a buxom maiden asked what he had under there
He moved his tartan sporran, so that she could have a peak
And what she saw from down below, meant that she couldn't speak

Thursday, September 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,nonsense
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