Whenever she gets angry and hot
A battle is ready to be sought,
She'll walk about wearing a tartan skirt
We know she is ready to hit and always to hurt;
That is Cindy the Scot.
Her husband said to her that he's a Viking
Just for her approval and her liking,
She then laughed and spat on his face
For his foul mouth and total disgrace,
Then with her skillet she did her striking.
Her parents and grandparents were all born here
They didn't like haggis, Golf or beer,
She says whenever her or her family have bled
They bleed tartan blue, green, black, and red,
When she hears "Auld Lang Syne" she weeps a tear.
Scottish to her daughter she has taught
Sadly a laddie her daughter has never caught
She enjoys celebrating Hogmanay
And also "Burns Night", Robert Burns birthday;
That is Cindy the Scot.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She has taught Scottish to her daughter. An amazing poem you have written after getting inspiration from your sister.