For many years I’d wondered
As have so many folks before,
About the legend of the Haggis,
In olden Scots folklore.
Stories and tales are often told,
Of this strange beast of the glen,
On a darkened heath at midnight,
Which has frightened many men.
But unafraid of this beastie,
I went in search to find the truth,
I grabbed my hat, donned my boots,
And turned into a haggis sleuth.
Determination beat within my breast,
To prove the Haggis surely was alive,
And through this, my fateful quest,
I prayed I would then survive.
Across the hills I walked for miles,
Not a sign came into sight,
T’was on the eve of the second day,
The hour turned toward the night.
The hills were still, the air turned cold,
Up till then I was calm and cheery,
But the sun slid down behind the hill,
The glens mood became quite eerie,
My campfire lit and all seemed well,
Then there came such an awful sound,
A screeching, growling fearful noise,
The quiet of the glen was drowned.
I grabbed my camera and then my net,
The noise filled my heart with fear.
Should this beast attack I’d be ready,
I’ll fight should it come too near.
Then suddenly through the darkness,
I could see two bloodshot eyes,
Its teeth laden jaws then opened wide,
It screamed out a horrendous cry.
By the flickering light of the campfire,
It stood almost two feet tall,
It’s body swathed in fine brown fur,
And its feet were flat and small.
It slowly started to come closer,
I was mesmerised by the sight,
But grabbed my camera and took a shot,
Of the beast in front of me that night.
The Haggis, with bloodcurdling screech,
Leapt and knocked me to the ground,
A blow to my head brought darkness,
As I landed hard upon the ground
When I awoke to a blazing sun,
My campfire was cold and dead.
An empty whiskey bottle lay beside me,
I had an awful aching head.
You think a dream? A drunkard’s tale?
Oh you may sit there and laugh,
But I have the proof that it was real,
With a haggis here, in the photograph.
© 2003 AnnD (All rights reserved)
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Written January 5th, 2004
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wow, that is interesting. I thought you would talk about acutal haggis, and not the jounry. It seems you have a fun and exciting jounry. distrubing picture by the way. that will be haunting my dreams tonight. I know you most likely know this but haggis is sheep and cabbage cooked in the sheep's stomach...... ew, right? The poem y ou wrote is very well written. Thanks for writing it. laters
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Well done Ann - I was temped to taste one when in Scotland but I couldn't bring myself to eat it - lovely, funny poem.
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Lol. Ann. ^^ Thats awesome. xD
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Ah ha ha ha!
(...Another hood-wink!
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Excellent tale, dear Ann! Love it
. You really ought to enter your poems into some contests - I'm sure with your wit and pezzaz as a poet, you would reap many rewards and more recognition as a great humourous poet.
This is another delight, with great Scottish flavour and a nice turn at the end. Very well done! Good and fitting background, too. Yay!
Congratulations on your fantastic work. It's been an absolute pleasure making your acquaintance, and I truly hope all our comments this day has helped you to rise a little in spirits. We are so sorry for your recent loss of a close friend. I hope you know that we as a group do care for our poetic family here on AP.
I wish you well; I wish you much inner strength; I wish you lots of love and friendship during this difficult time.
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LOL, great presentation. Background, picture and story-poem worked wonderfully together. I enjoyed it!
Jennifer -
the book i am reading has a scottish accent
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I like the idea of this - since I'm Scottish myself, I've heard the question many times. Like the German Spezi and the Scottish Irn Bru, Haggis is best tried before you know what it actually is! I've heard it's an endangered species now, though
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This reminds me of a poem that i was unjustly FORCED to act out when i was a Girl Guide! Started something about, 'When English Guides were camping, In Scotland far and deep, They were given strict instructions, How a haggis they must seek'! Oh no, flashback of being on stage in my wellies and one of those red fishing nets you used to take down the local park lake!
Could have been worse i suppose - my sister had to be the haggis!!
Thanks for always writing such cheery stuff Ann! Loved it!
bec x -
haahah. i had the, uhm, pleasure of trying some haggis over the summer while in scotland.
impressive amount of trophies you have out on your front page!
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lmao...sometimes and this is one of them ) I get truely afraid!!
thank you for the giggle -
Ann.
Hah this is great. Put a smile on my face Fun to read. I was also stopping by to say "hello" seeing I havn't talked to you in a while 
Great Picture. 
Anyway awesome write.
Take care.
[-Locked Inside-]
Sarah -
Aha so it seems we have the successful haggis-catcher in our midst.. so it was you that caught the little blighter!! That little critter has been chasing and nipping away at my ankles far too long!!
I hope that picture is marked under exhibit 1 and is used as evidence to incriminate the beastie.. lets see what it has to say for itself..
Pass the microphone... oops what? I let the cat out the bag..? folks never knew the wee haggis could talk..?? aye !
Keep him talking.. got to stall him until the 25th Jan!
Fun write !
Jani -
Thans for reading it Jack... actually I like haggis too...not too keen on it boiled...but sliced and fried is pretty tasty.
Much appreciate you reading .
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good ole robbert burns, I do celebrate with haggis and I will agree that most people don't like it. And I don't like it if it's dry, so it's gotta be made right!
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very well written... I enjoyed it...congratulation
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Excellent write. A very dear and close friend of mine is a bonny lass from Scotland, and we've joked many times about the ferocious haggis. I chuckled all the way through this as I thought about those who do think it an animal... It's commonly thought that we have snow year round in Canada too.. and live in igloos....
Well done with great flow...
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Awwk well there goes my journey to lockness trying to find the dear ol' haggis for ma tae on tuesday lol
Aye i like this poem very well written you had my in utter hysterics at parts i do love your work ann its all so very funny and real (well the ones that are ment to be)
well great write
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Great Fun
Haha - there is no proof it was a Haggis . . . it could have been a friend of ming !! -
A Pleasure
Aieeee! Aieee!
T'is is a haggis!
We must run and flee!
I've often pondered darkly about haggis (I didn't have a normal upbringing) and the thought of stomache stuffed with oatmeal (unless it's mine) just sounds plain 'orrible.
This is a very witty, well metered work. I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you for sharing.
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Wow, what a odd yet humorous poem. Really detailed and thought out! I love it.
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Oh Ann you are a nutter - this would have made a great add a line too (just like Trevor). Great fun this - a pleasure to read.
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funny! cute picture!looks like hes got sharp teeth! nice rhyming ability so good the way that you did that.
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Hehehehehehehehe Ann, this is so clever and cute too.. LOVED IT..
you have done Robbie proud with this ode to the haggis..
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how funny...you kill me
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Excellently written my friend. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
Damon D. Brewer -
Very entertaining and as always well written.Wings
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as usual it seems the Americans think a haggis is an animal lol The tourist board up here in bonnie Scotland did a survey and the main reason many of them actually come to Scotland is to try and hunt for a haggis... (psst... it is actually a food made of lots of sheep type bits - yummy)
Anyhoo - Loved this poem Ann - made me chuckle
Take Care Hayley x x -
Good poem
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NOooooooooo.....it.s not me..
( I dont know how to use photoshop as yet.not learned it.)
Thankyou for reading and your comment David..also for you being observant and catching that lil error i had missed.
Appreciated.
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It is you in a warped picture, one who can do that in photoshop....but, I digress, it may just be real
In this line: 'When I awoke to blazing sun,' I feel, in my own personal opinion of reading that line that there should be an 'a' between 'to' and 'blazing'....just my o.p
A great piece that you have written here.
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Hmmm, so is this a REAL haggis or is it homemade?? I want one! He's cute! haha..mom would never go for that! Well, anywho...tis a spiffy story poem thinger! I always thought haggis was some kind of gross food you people over there eat, LOL. Well...anywho...LATER TATER!
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so cute!
LOL So cute! I love this little story, I never have known what a haggis is and if they are real or not? When I saw the picture I thought of a frog for some reason lol...I love frogs so maybe it's just me. I like this and certainly enjoyed reading it Ann. Great job! 
Aimee 
xo
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