I will often try my best, 
To make a hilarious jest, 
But often too late realize, 
It was something kinky in disguise.           

Then I turn quite red from the blush, 
And hope the kilt won't blow up and show my tush, 
As I run from the room to grab another drink, 
To loosen up the knots and work out the kinks.           

Too often stating the first thing on my mind, 
Even when it is a comment about a ladies behind. 
Therefore leaving a red mark from my being slapped, 
Before I somehow convince them to sit in my lap.           

;) Sorry. You said I was sometimes perverse. 
Now I'm just being silly. =