Address to a Veggie Haggis

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I've been finding some poems I wrote years ago.  They're really quite crap... but here's one I wrote in Ameri-Scots language...

Address to a Veggie Haggis

Splendid Haggis wi' out nae meat
     Tatties, neeps and thee I eat
     In empty stomach ye tak your place
     Wondrous son o' the puddin-race

Wi' glass o' beer fro' Germany
     An' then two more, I guess that's three
     Ye get wash'd down wi' pure delight
     Down thro' my throat an' out o' sight

My compliments go to th' cook
     who made thee from th' veggie book
     To Jane I give my best regard
     She bak'd ye well wi' nothing charred

Splendid Haggis yer quite a meal
     That's wha' my tongue an' stomach feel
     Wi' lovely Linda t'share thee with
     In a friendly place aside th' Nith

O' Haggis, ye digested well
     As Hugh an' Jane b'gan to tell
     Th' tale of far Bulgaria
     'Twas a fun bit o' hysteria

So, Haggis, 'twas ae pleasure great
     To eat you off your servin' plate
     And to all the comp'ny there as well
     Thank ye all, it sure was swell

Apologies to Robert Burns