Jist whan ye thocht it wis safe tae hae yer Burns Supper…
The haggis army swept the toon
Their vampire fangs a-flashin’
Through the High Street and on doon
Blood-stained teeth a-nashin’
A haggis piper led the way
Wi’ terrifyin’ skirl
An’ close ahint, the ragin’ hoard
Cam rushin’ in a whirl
They spied a butcher’s shop aheid
An’ cried oot in distress
On seein’ haggis corpses
Lined up ahint the gless
The door they brakt doon in a blink
An’ spied the butcher mannie
The poor wee childe was ilka feart
Faced wi’ the haggis army
The butcher laddie turned tae flee
But the beasties were aw oo’er ’im
An’ a dizen vampire haggis fangs
Did rip an’ tear an’ skewer ’im
They drained his blood, noo in its place
Rins fine mashed neeps ’n’ tatties
He sells nae mair the haggis
Jist the vegetarian patties
Noo let this be a lesson if
It’s haggis that ye wint
Watch oot fer vampire beasties
Creepin’ up ahint!
This poem has since been republished on ExpertsColumn, here.
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