Ode To A Haggis Poem by Mervyn Graham

Ode to a Haggis

Oh, noble haggis, on the platter laid,
With neeps and tatties, a Scottish parade!
Thy sight may not allure the faint of heart,
But to our taste buds, thou art a work of art.

From hill and glen, thou cometh forth to feast,
A savory treat, a culinary beast.
Thy mix of offal, oatmeal, and spice,
Doth tempt the palate, at any price.

Thou art not fair, by outward guise,
But within thy casing, true flavor lies.
With every bite, a symphony of taste,
A blend of flavors, none can waste.

Though some may jest at thy humble form,
To us, thou art a culinary norm.
For in Scotland's heart, thou reignest supreme,
A meal fit for even the grandest dream.

So here's to thee, oh haggis dear,
With whisky flowing, and hearty cheer.
Though others may scoff, we hold thee high,
A Scottish treasure, beneath the sky.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)