I married a Scotsman named Martin
who sported a kilt, Lindsay tartan –
and true to tradition,
beneath it, omission
of shield – with his claymore a-smartin’.
Copyright 2015
*Photo is actually a miniature kilt that fits around a bottle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I knew it, I knew it, so help me I knew it all along.