Well, FM, the gaultlet has been thrown down. Thank you for the kind words. This thread should be fun.

(stoops and picks up gauntlet). Here be a six line set in iambic pentameter:

There is a wondrous garment on which this site is built
That special skirt from Scotland; I’m talking of the kilt
Its bought us health and happiness as well as many chums
It’s comfortable and colourful, and covers up our bums!
And as to that great title: the Poet laureate
Until all odes are duly in you’ll really have to wait

Slainte!