Spartan Spoonin'

Go tell the Spartans, 
“Boys, your battle plaids lay ready.

Nowt's left to do 
but to coat them kilts with jam."

So: gel the tartans! 
(Wow! 'Tis leavin’ me unsteady,

all this marmalade. Are you light-headed…?

Yowza! I sure am.)

     Moral:

Race war…? No, Moor!