Thistle

Be with me now, calls tender vi’let flùr,
Come hither heathen, as ye’r wont to been,
Tho as ye do, beware my thorny skew’r,
Wha' ha’e na care for simple suitor skin,

Lo, as ye fail to see, I fail to warn,
And injury to thee, you’ll lastly see,
For burden be to thee and by thee borne,
To seek the con-vo-lu-ted needs of me,

For I am Scot, so know this now or then,
I winna bend to pet ye wheengin’ saul,
So take your time, and try your luck again,
But this time: more finesse and less banal,

Nae, if you want to spend with me these years,
Bring your thick skin and your heid... or find your tears.

- Scott Alexander McKenzie