The lovely Flame-Haired Celtic Amazon Goddess recited the "Lassies Response". She noted that she didn't have time or inclination to write a response , so she made me do it.

In her own words:

"This is poem to Panache,
by Panache,
recited by me"

The assembled rabble laughed heartily and cheered her wonderful delivery of the following lines:

The Lasses’ response

O, MY Luve’s like a bright peacock
That’s always in full plume
O, My luve likes kilts far too much
He’s a rose in tartan bloom

So fair art thou ma kilted lad
So deep in Love am I
I’ll put up with this whole Scot-thing
Till our check book gang dry

Till our checkbook gang dry my dear
And our credit is all gone
And I will Luve thee still my dear
When your preening is all done

And fare thee weel, my kilted Luve
Walk proudly down the mile
Ma vain yet bonnie highland Luve
Tartan peacock ye have style!

(With apologies to Robert Burns)

Cheers