The Neep and the Haggis are rivals of sort,
We're not talking about the kind that are bought,
In the Highlands of Scotland the Haggis run round,
Avoiding the cattle that graze over the ground.
Also dotted through glens are soft fluffy sheep,
They like nothing better than to chase down the Neep,
The Neep wriggle through burrows deep underground,
Which is why they can never ever be found.
Haggis and Neep don't like to share,
They don't understand what it is to be fair,
Should a Neep find a Haggis hiding in its burrow,
He will kick it out hard enough to leave a deep furrow.
Should a Haggis find a Neep in it's hedgerow so green,
He'll throw it through the air so it is easily seen,
Should it land with a thump near a hungry sheep,
That'll be the end of the unfortunate Neep.
So next time you're in Scotland keep your eyes peeled,
As you wander through glen, dale and field,
You might catch a glimpse of a Haggis or Neep,
Running away from the Cattle and Sheep!
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The Book of Dreams
PoetryFrom my first efforts to get published as a teenager, to some of the things I have thought about during University... experiences of Death and loss, as well as drunken poetry rambles. Poetry helps me to think about things that are happening in life...
