Life With Scottish Tartan Poem by Randy McClave

I saw her in a store in the city
I fell in love with her, such a pity,
She was beautiful and not from my town
I then saw a tartan brown.
I thought that we were the perfect pair
As I gently stroked her golden hair,
When we met she was dressed in tartan blue
She was very beautiful, and a sexy view.
When I looked into her eyes of tartan green
I found out that she was truly mean,
Never was she truly honest with any pride
She had cheated, and also lied.
She started arguments when we were in bed
Her face then turned a tartan red,
In the morning from our bed she was always gone
Then I saw a tartan fawn.
She always complained to me about her last fellow
How he was a coward, colored like a tartan yellow,
And how his children needed manners and a good smack
Then I saw a tartan black.
I shared my house which I hoped to be our home
Where away our souls,would never roam,
But, that wasn't her life she screamed and did say
Then I saw a tartan gray.
When from my life she had happily retreated
She wore a tartan skirt orange and pleated,
Her wish was to go to the tropical islands
I instead am heading back to the Scottish tartan highlands.

Randy L. McClave