A Texan, Upon Reading Robert Burns "Address to a Haggis"
written with all My Undying Love to Haggis Gourmand 'kh" upon his becoming a Founding Subscriber
Anow and then, when reading Burns,
my Texas Heart for Highlands yearns;
amongst his Gaelic flowers and ferns
his “Address to a Haggis” turns…
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the finest words a Scottish tongue
has ever spoken , cursed or sung
are writ for all eternity
in Haggis’ epic memory.
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“Perhaps,” I think “I could abide
if it were battered and deep fried…
but Haggis no more; it would be
instead, a Texas Tragedy.”
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Thus I leave Haggis as it was
to Burns and under Scottish laws;
A portrait for the world to see -
Fresh Pict delectability.
this is a most delicious poem;
a tasting menu of your food poetry would surely be more palatable than the tasteless efforts currently spread out for us all at the mansion of the poetry foundation -
but our civilization moves on, past plain Haggis, to (yes) battered and deep fried Haggis, available at any reputable chip shop, north of the Border :).