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( We’ve all the joke about what happens when you play country music backwards..you get everything back.. here unfleshed is what happens to those Scottish cowboys)

Once, love could sweet the pipes to faerie ears;
the bag, now drones, bringing breathing tears.
The finest whiskey pales to tepid brew,
and favored dish descends to haggis stew.
The bonnie lass, her rubied hair display,
crystal eyes, cloaked by green, fades of grey.

(submitted for open link night at DversePoets)