I quite like fish, maybe you’re surprised
As long as I don’t have to look them in the eye
The thought of dead cow makes me hae a fit
Unless they’re ground up into tiny wee bits
Don’t think if I see a tree I hug it
I’m very partial to a chicken nugget
But no if it’s got feathers and a squawking beak
The very idea makes my knees go weak
I don’t eat red meat
But mince and tatties just cannae be beat
I’m no a contrarian
Just A Dundee vegetarian
I make exception for pies or pehs
I could eat an ingin in every single day
But what’s inside can be a mystery
As long as it comes with brown gravy
You say I’m a hypocrite, I don’t care
I’m from Dundee things are different there
I like the animals in the Camperdown zoo
But I don't like the taste of a Whitfield Coo
I don’t eat red meat
But mince and tatties just cannae be beat
I’m no a contrarian
Just A Dundee vegetarian
Copyright Tom Morton 2014. All rights reserved
1 comment:
What a great surprise, Tom.
Immortalised in verse. Who would have thought? My wife, Maggie, as you know, coined the phrase so she'll be delighted to hear that it inspired this poem.
Will it be set to music in due course?
Thanks again. Quietly chuffed.
All the best,
Mike
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