A Kilt Sonnet for Burns Night
I decided to throw my hat in the ring for the Burns poetry writing contest at my university. Hopefully the rabble will get a kick out of it and understand all the references... I don't consider myself a poet but it's fun to try 
Wish me luck, I'll be reading my sonnet at the Burns Supper tonight!
Unbifurcated Glory
The swish and swing of peacock’s tail goes by
All worsted wool, about eight yards, oft more
Coy looks are cast by some at corner eye
While others stare agog and seem a boor.
With sgian dubh all tucked up proud at knee
A dirk at hip, the pleats behind, beneath...
There lies a much bequestioned mystery
But regimental secrets stay aft teeth.
Despite the Bonnie Prince Charlie’s defeat
And Highland Dress Proscription Act’s decree
Our spirit lives on, tartan sings so sweet
The Gaelic people still are proud and free.
Oppression by pants should fear basket hilt
Like water of life, essential, my kilt.
- Justitia et fortitudo invincibilia sunt
- An t'arm breac dearg
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