When i was younger
I was told
I was one eighth
Scottish
Ive spent
Over fifty years
Trying to discover
The whereabouts
Of this Scottish part of me
And not knowing
Whether, or not
It may of been removed
When i had my
Gender reassignment surgery
Tossed a few cabers
Enjoyed some haggis
Worn a few kilts
(Don't like whisky)
Taken a few, high, and low roads
Semi resillient to cold weather
Hair is red (copper dyed)
And love unicorns
Can't remember which clan
But it was a dark green tartan
And lastly
Possess a certificate
That declared
That i was
A Scottish Laird!
(ps: I'm now a Lady of the Lakes! got a certificate for that too!)

by Jemia