My wife is a Lady, I think, Cause her knickers are narrow, and pink On the rim there is lace, On the bottoms a trace, Of the finest of beaver and mink.
[Mark] If you read again with your eyes open you'll see that at no point did I attribute "the highland one" to you. I just said, rightly, that it had been turned into near gibberish by eschewing the needs of the language it was written in in order to make its "joke". This is one of the criteria laid out for bad poetry in The Stuffed Owl; an anthology of bad verse. In point of fact I didn't think the idea was strong enough to warrant the energy needed to write it, but I never blamed you for it. I did out penelope as not the author of "tattooed barmaid", with the same comment I made the last time it surfaced in the wild.
"I've checked, and you've no magic wand So I don't think that you will abscond Since you're fastened down tight Under my laser light I expect you to die, Mr Bond!"