The Pictish Rebel opus 697
| 17 November 2025 0355 Hours | | Scotland, Food, Poetry |
It was 16 November (2025).
Not even 25 January,
(The traditional birthday party for Burns),
When the Ode to the Haggis is recited,
And that wondrous concoction
Is 'captured' and consumed.
But this November day, I had a longing
And a rapacious appetite for that offal stuff;
Opening the stored can nearby,
I spooned out half, gently drowning it with Scotch,
Heated it carefully to be a bubbly warm
And imbibed it with its memorable taste,
Accompanied with sweet, but untraditional cranberry sauce.
Then, once again at dusk,
I repeated that wonderful, naughty orgy.
My Pictish carving days flowed through my mind.
Bannockburn, with the wallowing
Mud-drenched oppressors on the bridge,
Along with the several Burns Nights I have attended,
Celebrating that great poet and daring rebel,
Robert Burns.