My Culinary Heaven Poem by Randy McClave

Pipping hot haggis is on the plate
Pretty soon it will be my dinner date,
I fantasize about cutting into that tasty meat
Soon, savoring it will be my ultimate treat.
And on the sides are both tatties and neeps
Both piled up high in tantalizing steaming heaps,
Their aroma tempts and tickles the nose
Unto its presence, I quickly rose.
I look at my friends and family at the table
To my left and right I ponder are they all able,
Then I let out a steamy aroma puff
As I look at the food and then them, I wonder if there's enough.
Neeps, tatties and haggis being prepared to be served
A piece of Culinary Heaven we all deserved,
In a few more seconds we all will dine
From a meal I call and know as Heavenly devine.
We clasp our hands to recite our prayer
As we all thank God for the food that is there,
Then another prayer I will solemnly and will quietly submit
I'm sorry for the ones whose not there to enjoy the neeps, tatties and haggis.

Randy L. McClave