A reiver lived on the border
who was known as a man of disorder
so on a dark winter’s night
by ten lanterns light
the Lord’s men cam and seised him

Though drunk and ripped from slumber
he cleaved two sergeants asunder
but though a great warrior
now he’ll need a lawyer
for in chains they still managed to clasp him

In his dungeon they feed him stale bread
and when it’s not cold it is wet
sitting in that hole
the reiver fears for his soul
so an idea begins to form within him

He scribbles a verse on the wall
for though in this life he won’t stand tall
after his demise
he will get his prize
“Most obscure Scottish poet”

Recently wrote something for a class of mine and thought I’d want to have it up somewhere. First complete poem I’ve ever written! It’s shit!