Death Of A Blogger

(or one pledge to many)

Mr. Mxyzptlk was my creation
who was left to get out of control
some of his posts were way over the top.

But unfortunately he was impossible
to stop once he got out of his box.
the things he would say and do would
quite often shock me...a lot

Mr M was dangerous bad a not a little
insane as some avatars can be
they  take on a life all of their own
and are lost to there kindly  creators. 

I am afraid he had gone all
rotten a nasty little shit!
and so i have brought him to
this Place were you can see the wild eyed
Nationalists dancing  around there camp fires
the flames flickering all around them 
Drunk on whisky and even drunker.
on the taste of sweet victory.

we wait a while until

its time to go to the Nationalists

camp and let them end it

Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory!
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name.
Sae famed in martial story!
Now Sark rins over Salway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands --
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!

What force or guile could not subdue
Thro' many warlike ages
Is wrought now by a coward few
For hireling traitor's wages.
The English steel we could disdain,
Secure in valour's station;
But English gold has been our bane --
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
 


O, would, or I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll mak this declaration :-
'We're bought and sold for English gold'--
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!