This poem was inspired by a kilt I just purchased. 

While writing it, I envisioned it being a performance piece, and perhaps 
I can try it out at some ren faires and or Scottish heritage events. I 
figure it will just be this one piece because it's kinda hard to wear a 
kilt under or over leather pants. And see myself reciting it with a
god awful scottish accent while riding on a pony. 

I also gave a shout out to Rowdy Roddy Piper since,
aside from William Wallace/Braveheart, he's the most famous guy I know
to wear a kilt...



"What Is Under My Kilt?" By Alexander The Poet 01.04.07

Can any of you people guess,
Just what is under my kilt?
Well then, to you I must confess,
What's under there, ain't well built...

But I think it's spectacular!,
And I think it's quite flawless!
And trust me, it can shoot real far,
Ala William Wallace!

Most of the time, it is quiet,
But sometimes, it gets hyper
And it can cause a huge riot,
Like Rowdy Roddy Piper!

When I grab my set of bagpipes,
Then proceed to toot my horn
I give enemies yellow stripes,
For my highlander is born!

Dear lads, it ain't no mystery,
I'll now tear my shirt apart
So all of you can clearly see...
That bitch, I'm the real braveheart!

THE END