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
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