You know, you're far too kind.
Seriously, it's undeniable.
You also share my sense of humor.
Which is affably reliable.
You know your way around a kitchen.
That's undoubtedly true.
Whether it be haggis or lady cakes...
Or something fresh and new.
You know you're a craftswoman.
Wood, pig skulls, and chicken feet!
I smile in wonderment:
"What might be the newest feat?"
You know your Scottish accent
when reciting Robbie Burns.
And yet I haven't heard it!
Maybe we'll take turns?
You know I'm very sorry.
And once again my friend.
This poem might keep growing,
but for now it has to end.
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