There are those of a certain ilk
Who youâd think would have feelings of guilt.
But instead of regret,
They donât grieve or fret
And, instead, hide their sin in their kilt.
Bilk, I say, b = i == l == k, I say
J
Actually, if this was off the top of your,
a pretty neat contribution to this thread.
But the day any see me in a kilt
will be the day I exhange red-beer for milk.
JD
