Ranting, raving Robert
Och, so poor
Born to a farmer and a loving, religious, strict mother
Even if he slept in the rafters
Robert was so talented
The day his last son was born was when he died
Bonnie Burns lies as still as a statue today
Ugly William Shakespeare takes your legacy for England
Rats scurry where you used to sleep
Now you have a lovely snug cave
Snow falls on you
Good work, Alesha. (BUT PLEASE don’t send poems all in capital letters. I have to write them out again.) Not sure that ugly is the right word there.
sorry didn’t notice
it was the only word that starts with u and makes sense with the verse