It’s me you see the Kilted Sonneteer My life is thus composed iambically My feet are shod to take me far or near I am a Kilted Sonneteer you see
A kilt to honor sonneteers of yore Like Burns who dealt with bullshit from “the crown” A tribute to the kilt he never wore In dress or verse I’d never let him down
My songs are often metered by my kilt My kilt a simple metaphoric line Come look and see the sonnets I have built The title “Kilted Sonneteer” is mine
And thus I share my sonnets far and near Because I am The Kilted Sonneteer
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