When I picked Scooby up from his mom's for the week this week I was presented with the following poem:

The Games

At highland games I like weight over bar,
with luck, the steel will go far.
It's tradition, my kilt I wear,
I'm not vain, but I know people stare.

He has kindly given permission for it's publication here. This was actually a spelling exercise, the theme this week was homophones; there are four spelling words in this poem, but none of their partners.

Bob