Poem: BEWARE THE HAGGIS

I got bitten by a Haggis
       and broke out in rabid Tartan
spoke in Gaelic backslang
       til me eye balls started “smartan”.

Me Sporran threw a hissy fit
       and me Kilt came all unpleated
never fight a Haggis, mate-
       you’ll always get defeated.

I’ve lost me taste for Porridge
       and Scotch Whisky has no flavour
I can still toss out me rubbish-
       but I’ll never toss a Caber.

By SHE

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