Rory MacCrory Meets Mae West: A Poem

August 16, 2016 at 12:07 pm (Humour, Movies, Poetry) (, , , , )

Way up high in the glomin’
far north of that wall built by Roman
Rory MacCrory was out strollin’ in the glen
lookin’ for a wee bonnie goat called Len
who did escape from his bonnie goat pen

“Len!” “Len!” Rory did call
but no sign of a goat at all

The wind was now blowin’ in the heather
and Rory found in his hair an eagle feather
“Some wee bonnie bird has lost its tail!”
said Rory, “and I don’t think it’s quail.”

“Anybody remember the name of Bush Sr.’s Vice-Prez?”
The tour bus guide asked the man in the fez.
When the man shook his head,
the bus no longer sped
for at the top of the hill, the bus ran out of gas
for the tour group, this would turn out to be quite the pain in the ass

The bus unloaded and around they stood
like Sassanachs waiting for Rob Roy- Scotland’s Robin Hood
Among the group was a young woman who looked like Mae West
quite appropriate- she was a nymphomaniac at best

Along came Rory in his kilt
which seemed to have quite the tilt
Mae greeted him, “My good man,
can you please give me a hand?”.
Said Rory adjusting his sporran,
“I can give you more than that, Ma’am..”

“Oh please do,” Mae West shouted with joy
inviting him to explore her canyon- this debonair Rob Roy

It turned out Miss West and the Highlander’s morals were quite loose
you never know what to expect in the Highlands- eagle, quail or a free goose.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday August 14th 2016.

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