I should have surely written a poem
But my muse has got water-logged
Sir Walter Scott
"Water-logged," Mister Smyth, are
you sure that the log
In the wy of your muse is not swimming in grog?
He's a gomeril, that Smyth --- a pure
feckless body ---
Wha the de'il can write poetry wha canna drink toddy?
What a pour o' Glenlivit --- an ocean and mair ---
It would tak' to mix up that cauld water down there!