Tusk (You Mean Cock)

A poem that myself and Professor John Bird wrote in the early days of our Caledonian adventure in the autumn of 2008:

Anticipating my haggis
I walked to the 'Gents'
like an alien

 

Clippidy-clop,
clippidy-clop.
 

Guessing what melts
in an elephant's treat
 

To be served
a plate
sans haggis meat.