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A Dudley Boy Raises A Glass To Haggis.

I never knew he had the stomach

for such dining

but as looked upon my plate with curiosity,

and with what I took for the sniff

of disgust at my dinner

my youngest boy verged on manhood

as he asked to try a mouthful

of the once wheezing Haggis

that now lay dead upon my salver.

 

Outlawed across the water

and not seen with appetising relish in his Dudley

home, I had to commend my son

for at least giving it a go

and not taking aim with