Haggis Poems - Poems about Haggis

...Thank ye all fer coming te this feast Many a fine lady accompanied by there beast Enjoy your broth as a wee starter Were joined together for friendship n banter Followed by the ode to the haggi......Read the rest...

...This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor. ~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~ Liver and onions, Minced meat pie. Drinking beer from a can, ......Read the rest...

...His name was Mr Hamish MacTavish. He was a Scot, and his taste was lavish. Mr MacTavish wrote a posh cookery book So all Cordon Bleu Chefs could try to cook, A haggis!......Read the rest...

...Scotland, My Home Scotland, my home, where I was born and bred Where the saltire flies high above my head Where the bagpipes sound and the kilts are worn Where the haggis tastes and the whisky ......Read the rest...

...In yonder glen where thistles bloom, 'Midst heathered hills and meadows groom. A lark ascends with lilting cheer, Its song a ballad sweet and clear. The haggis grazes on the brae, As daylight ......Read the rest...

...Tripe, sweetbreads, entrails, offal, some people spell them awful. Scottish chefs can do them right Haggis, a meal, out of sight. Making a proper meatball sandwich is virtual what-not-who and......Read the rest...

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...Each year, an evening bright as any star, in song and verse retells the tale once more, with homage paid to one man’s repertoire. Humbling and uplifting, his thoughts restore our universal onene......Read the rest...

...It was a quaint little shop Looking strangely out of place And the owner was a hermit With a crinkled young old face. He was a man of distinction Of health hearty and hale, Had looked a Haggi......Read the rest...

...Have pity on the Scott’s ruled By the Brexit voting sassenach Who don’t seem to understand We too want out country back. Arbroath Smokies for breakfast Porridge seasoned with salt Kedgeree, ......Read the rest...

...Recollections were a little hazy, His leaving party last night, Undying friendships sworn, That last friendly little fight. Goodbye, Scotland the Brave, Home of the warrior Clan, The Batter Fri......Read the rest...

...they supped on Bjurholm drank Kumis dined on haggis and rubbed down with sassafras oil some made dessert from ackee fruit and had puffer fish and shark fin soup what word of satan they spoke......Read the rest...

...MacMurphy’s head hangs Fittingly from my saddle horn. I’d snatched it in a moment When he couldn’t decide Which way to parry. The look of surprise is still on his face. MacNulty’s ugly mug p......Read the rest...

...I love your heathered highlands, steep cliffs and rugged islands, hedges and gardens under rainclouds of grey. Old steeples rise above those small rural towns I love; your hillsides of sunny ye......Read the rest...

...One bonny day I kilt me chicken, Stirred eem inta me pot For me soup to thicken. I ate me some Haggis An a scone or two, After I kilt me cow Ta make me stew. Had ta put down me ol dog ......Read the rest...