by Unknown
May 2010 353 Views 0 comments
A Kilt
I want a kilt,
of Campbell tarten.
I'll wear it proud,
and keep it clean.
Underneath,
I'll keep it spartan.
while I'm singing loud,
for Aberdeen.
of Campbell tarten.
I'll wear it proud,
and keep it clean.
Underneath,
I'll keep it spartan.
while I'm singing loud,
for Aberdeen.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
I'm portuguese, I don't really know the scottish culture. Just like kilts.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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