Haggis! Poem by Secret Pen

Plump and full bodied
Like a silicon breast
The sheath of skin
Strains to contain
A mysterious meal

Steely and sharp the knife
Precise as the surgeon
Pierces the stomach
Glides, silently
Gently revealing inners

Oozing, freely
As blood from a wound
A dark, mealy pluck
Steamy, speckles
Free from restraint

Brown, orange and white
An artist’s palette
Fork sweeping like a brush
Mixing, blending
Taste and texture

Created from old
Akin with the new
Toasted and hailed
Tartan Warriors
Dance with the haggis