The XMTS Limmericks Thread

[Old Hippie]

There was a young lad from Chilton
Whose kilt, near lasses, was tiltin'
He was really quite prim
and sewed weights in the hem
So his tiltin' protection was built-in.

:ootd:

[MacMillan of Rathdown]

They shoveled him into a hearse,
This lad who'd come off far the worse,
For bein' a moron
And callin' me sporran
Some kind of a lady's wee purse!

[Barry]

There was a young Scot called McAdder
For kilt wearing there was none madder
He went regimental
In winds that were gentle
But never would climb up a ladder

[BEEDEE]

Our Grant has such long flowing locks
Much admired by all of the jocks
But his real heart's desire
That will set him on fire
Is a kilt check to knock off his socks.

[Old Hippie]

There's a place on the Web no less
With the name of XMTS
Lads and lasses all gather
about kilts they do blather
and chat about other fine dress

:ootd:

[ali8780]

A moderator who calls himself Panache
Had poetry--quite a large stash!
So he cut and he pasted,
Not a verse to be wasted
And he did it all for no cash.

(thanks Jamie!)

[Big Mikey]

My head is all in a tizzy
My brain has been very busy
Competing with words
Against kilted nerds
And now I've had enough of this @#$%^&stuff! My eyes are crossed and I've got cramps in my fingers and my wife is yelling at me to get the housework done but no, I'm still here writing th...........

[Panache]

Once there was a zepplin fair
Of bright blue called the Saltire
She encountered a white and red blimp
Captained by a wimp
Which she promptly shot out of the air

[Big Mikey]

Captain Grant of the flowing locks
With pert and so round buttocks
Cried "Curse you, Panache
For making me crash!
Down with you and Up With SOKS!"

[ccga3359]

There once was that dandy named Panache
A face like a hubbard squash
Jealous of a hero named Grant
Realizing that to compete, he can't
Crawled into his cups and got sloshed