From the bowels of Glasgow.

From the bowels of Glasgow.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

From the bowels of Glasgow
he came,
his name was Haggis.
All the Scots
liked him so much,
they ate him.

It was really offal!

For some were born
a ladie's man,
but alas he
was a stomach's man.

Like I said,
he was just offal!

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Offal? Lol...so is there a reason behind offal instead of awful?
It's an adorable read.
Thank you for sharing!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

just in the way they both sound similar and offal to most is awful lol. just a comedy jibe i suppose.. read more
Just to set the record straight. These are wild haggis described below and this was written during the Autumn rut.
Haggis hunting
So this is the way you catch your haggis. As you know they live exclusively on the very top peaks of mountains. Consequently two of the four legs are shorter than the other. The common right legged haggis are the one’s familiar to every school child. But your true haggis eater prefers the rarer left legged.. Obviously they are out of season just now. It being the middle of the rut. You can hear the antlered males trumpeting around the hillsides with their common calls of ‘just now’, ‘by the way’ and ‘stop yer blather’.
However, I digress. To catch your haggis, (and for the purpose of this I’m going to talk about the left footed’ because I personally think they taste better). You climb to the very peak of your mountain. Of course your haggis will see you coming but cannot move far because of the leg situation. You then move purposely around the top of the mountain, just below the summit, in a clockwork direction. The haggis will obviously move ahead of you in the same direction. Tartan markings resplendant in the sunlight. These markings change according to geographical location, obviously. After a few circuits it is a simple matter to fool the haggis by changing direction and chase them the other way. They then try unsuccessfully to turn around and fall off the mountain and if you are lucky skin themselves on the way down.


Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

lol what an interesting tale to share ken, thank you

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