Inspired by Rabbie Burns Night…
Squidgy chocolate log –
Is it less a pudding than
Rabbie Burns’ haggis?
Et tu Guardian?
Journalist gets paid to eat
sticky toffee puds.
Marks offers cheap thrills:
Just a quid for two cups of
melty choccie sponge.
Icing curtain cloaks
inner jammy creamy crumb
of your birthday suit.
Please post yours, too!
Haggis, coming soon to an American supermarket near you, thanks to loosening of an American ban. Happy Burns Night!
No, I have never tried haggis either, but it sounds like it could become the new bacon. I have, though, been working on my understanding and pronunciation of Scottish dialect, now that I’ve mostly learned to distinguish milder forms from the Northern Irish accent. And I expect we’ll be finding ourselves on a north-bound train one of these days to visit Andrew’s brother and sister-in-law.
Obviously I was premature in posting this, because the Guardian is hosting a pudding-poetry contest today, in honor of the holiday – right up my alley! Stay tuned…
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