Haggis at The Globe Inn – Dumfries
Down an alley
called a “close”
not much wider
than a crack
in a wall
they say this pub
was frequented
by Robert Burns
two hundred years ago
rough hewn walls
painted white
a failed attempt
to brighten a room
built long before
parking was thing
flat screen televisions
and laminated menus
the custom
they’ve gained
over the centuries
has more than made up
for any bar tab
left by the Bard of Ayrshire
taking selfies
there in the corner
with adoring female fans
like my great grandmother
in a mini skirt
and belly button ring
The best part of supper
was discovering
that I enjoy haggis
Haggis, Mashed Neeps & Champit Tatties
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
And there it is. I’ve been waiting to hear about Haggis. Hallelujah, he likes it!
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How does it smell? And where are the selfies? I’d like to see your adoring fans ;-)
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The Burns selfies are poetic license, of course. The haggis smells and tastes like spicy savory meat. It’s kind of like corned beef hash but not salty.
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Haggis is GREAT! 😄👍✨ and so is your poem! 🌹✨
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The poem was inspired by haggis so that delicacy gets the credit.
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Awesome!
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