Ode to the Haggis

I do not think
I will ever see
A haggis
As round as thee
Your tasty,
tasty insides
Please my taste buds. And my eyes
Are pleased to look
Upon you
As you start to cook

You three legs move
Around, around
And make a dent
Upon the ground
Many people
Do you flummox
With your skin
Of grey sheep’s stomach

The mystery
Of haggis life
Has filled us all
With worry and strife
Tell us why
It is so
You run when I have
My shiny crossbow

I merely want
To consume your flesh
So you and I
Together mesh
Together forever
We are both blest in
Happiness, till you reach
My lower intestine

From there expelled
A new brown journey
Before I enter
In the tourney
Although I’ll miss you
When gone from my bowel
Your stench will linger
Long and foul.
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Fri 27 Apr 2012, 20:57, Reply)