ramblings and things
Not such a great age these days:
Caught suddenly by ill health,
But by then he'd made his millions
And I know he'd enjoyed his wealth.
Sandy Mackinnon received a Haggis
Posted from his dad and mum.
He said that he would share it
With me and the rest of his chums.
We shoved it in the Baby Burco boiler
Along with a load of mucky socks
And Mackinnon said it would be ready
Just about by twenty two of the clock.
We'd no neaps or taties
Or anything like that
But Sandy said we could eat it
Without such stuff as that.
He sliced off the top,
Declared it ready and soon
It was passed from hand to hand
And each dug in with a spoon.
He produced a single malt,
Half a bottle or so,
To wash down that haggis and
Produce a pleasantly warm glow.
I'd last seen him
Some two years before
On a business trip
To the auld country's shore
In the intervening years he'd not
Really been much of a friend;
But the ale and the craic
Healed things in the end.
We passed some pleasant hours
Reminiscing and supping beer
The atmosphere being one
Generally of good cheer.
And as the evening flowed
To approaching twenty two o'clock
We drank an old times toast to that
Haggis we'd boiled with the socks.
Sandy Mac died in Thailand
Having made his fortune there
That very year he'd been listed as
Scotland's newest millionaire .
He rests now in Dunoon because
No matter where he roamed
There and Bonnie Scotland were
Those places he called home
A Very Noble Haggis