The sad thing about Burns night is how few people are willing to even read out a poem. It’s only once a year for goodness sakes! But at my Burns’ Supper last night Alex got into the mood by writing his own response to Address to a Haggis.
M.C. Haggis Yo haggis, what. We ain't down wit yo Fat ma'am Jinxin' wit yo butler Represent! Dat meat free brethren, He be solid Jolly good. I say! Haggis, what? Gonna take you out For trout Ain't no doubt, yo We is gonna make you pay I say! Nigella ain't gonna do you Cuz you is lilly-livered Your homosexual tendencies We ain't missin' Stiff upper lip, An' you take this dissin!
