For the upcoming Haggis hunting season...

trackend said:

Great song Eric the half a Bee but we are digressing I shall bring us back on thread with a poem from that famous Scots poet Lochs a Doddel

Aye ye nastie little beastie
legs of sinew and claws of bone
wi ye snappy wee teethy
the Haggis is nare alone

It rambles in the Glens
and hides amoungst the thistle
it leaps straight up yer kilt
and deny half makes ye whistle

Ill hunt the little devil
and cook it in a bucket
ill serve it to my darling wife
and laugh as she up chucks it.

Oh Haggis of the highlands
a taste no words can I fit
a flavour thats so unique
you taste of total s**t

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