Originally Posted by BionicBard:
“Whiskers twitching in the breeze
Our Korky's done with picking fleas
Out of Wolfish Dancing Ace
(with Cheshire grin all over face)
Now she's set her feline heart on
Blanketing our man in Tartan
And taking it to the very hilt
As Keeper of the McGuiness Kilt
But with undercrackers cast aside
Poor man will have no place to hide
So legs left bare or scarf-entwined
(Korky says she doesn't mind)
I would think it prudent just to check
Whose legs are round who else's neck?”
I do confess I had a fright
Seeing Jay in his kilt last night.
When faced with such beauty I almost fainted
Wondering if all was as it's been painted.
I swooned and fell down at his feet
And turned as white as the proverbial sheet
For upward did my eyes then glance
As he stood astride in manly stance
But what I saw I cannot tell
For I was under his magic spell.
Were undercrackers on display?
I cannot, will not give that away...