header image 2  
Poetry from within
   

Yon Haggis


If you believe in Santa Claus

in fairies or some other cause

then let me tell of this wee beastie

the haggis from the Glen O Feastie.



He is a shy retiring chap

in the sun he’ll lay and nap

he roams the hills of Scotland’s glens

he’s even seen on English fens.



What does he look like you may ask

the Scots are loathed to this unmask

but tales are told round fires at night

which chill the bones and give men fright.



This cute wee beastie told by folk

is not as men gone past have spoke

instead they talk of “haggis horrors”

and me for one this kind of bothers.



Huge it is they said as one

so big it nearly hid the sun

it roars so loud the ground will shake

and the morning after your head will ache.



From walking on the slopes so much

on level ground he needs a crutch

the constant running round the sides

has made each leg a different size.



So to this day on Scottish hills

the beastie walks around the stills

he does get seen now and again

on yonder hill or windy glen.



So when in Scotland on the hills

watch for haggis use your skills

take a flask to help you see

(whiskey filled and not with tea).



It heightens senses so they say

a dram or two throughout the day

it gives you better clearer sight

to see yon haggis taking flight.



So as I draw this to an end

I ask you to this tale defend

the tale of Haggis “Pudding Chief”

now pass it on with great belief.

Mac Macdonald