Wearing A Kilt Poem by Randy McClave

She said I was wearing a skirt
She was just being a jerk,
I told her it was a kilt that I was wearin'
I then told her to stop being a Karen.
I was in the country of Scotland
Not in the state of Michigan,
Where men wear their pants to their knees
And everyone is comfortable and at ease.
I wore the outfit of my ancestors
Which was worn in celebration times and in wars,
Showing the family tweed
When they fought to be freed.
She didn't like the kilt that I did wear
Maybe on my legs there was to much hair,
Or maybe because I wasn't dressier
Or maybe now I was a bit more sexier.
I enjoyed the kilt that I wore
I think now that I will wear it much more,
Now when I wear my kilt that is tartan
I will transform myself into a Celtic Spartan.
I am wearing the outfit of my ancestry
That came from a very great country,
I told her I was wearing a kilt
As I then pulled my sword out by the hilt.

Randy L. McClave