REWRITE
Prompt - Rewrite : Take any poem or short story you enjoy. Rewrite it in your own words.
Fair play to you, you beige skinned beauty
You're the best of all our food
Better than sausage or any dumpling
So I'll shout out why you're so good
You sit there ready to be opened
Plump and hot and full within
A knife stands ready to do the job
The oozing fat shines on your skin
The cook's blade is held above
Then cuts in deep to reveal
Your steaming innards tumbling out
The aromatic luxuriant meal
Then in dive the diners' spoons
Rushing to get their share
Til stomachs fill and stretch the skin
Say thanks for such glorious fare
Could any man eating lean cuisine
Or some noxious frozen pish
Or some mushy rice based plateful
Look down on upon this tasty dish?
Poor guy, look at him eat junk
The sofa sitting TV slob
His food so lacking any worth
He's far too weak to do his job
But see the man who eats the haggis
Striding out across the land
Strong for work and play and leisure
A force of nature there he'll stand
The gods that look on human need
To their chosen foods they drag us
Scotland wants no fancy muck
Just give us what we want, the haggis!
Footnote - Based on Burns' Address to a Haggis
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