There was a young lady of Wilts,
Who walked up to Scotland on stilts;
When they said it was shocking
To show so much stocking
She answered: "Then what about kilts?"
More verses by William Cosmo Monkhouse
- A Dead March
- A Song Of The Seasons
- Limerick: There Once Was An Old Man Of Lyme
- Limerick: There Was A Young Lady Named Laura
- De Libris