Supreme

I love these machines to pieces.  It's one of my life goals to own one.  When it ceases to run (bless its heart) I'll move it to the yard and my kids can play in it.  Something about them makes me feel like a hug.

Haggis

A friend requested I write a poem about haggis.  I learned what on earth haggis is, and she got a poem.

In the land of the Scots, there is a great dish

For which a valiant young sheep did lose his life

And lo! the offal he did become

Mixed with all manner of ingredients

And stuffed into a bag of stomach

Where he boiled for thrice an hour's time

When the savory concoction ceased to cook

Out it was brought, on a platter fine

And it was placed upon the table

To be consumed with spirits for a merry feast

In the land of the Scots, there is a great dish

By the name, folks say, haggis!

Clearly, I've got nothing on ages of Scottish tradition; I mean, who can beat this?