Daft Uisdean was a freethinker,
Made his horse a set of blinkers,
Fashioned out of green Y-Fronts,
Ears in the leg holes, nose in the bump.
We found Uisdean in the sharn today,
Up to his neck in shit and hay.
The horse that threw him into the dung,
Had only three legs and was highly strung,
Frightened by a thunder pump...
And, the smell of Uisdean's underpants.
By Hazy Dizzylady (The Highland Island Bard)
Not Quite The Full Bard.
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