POEM TITLE Contentious King of Scots
POEM Old King Hob, King Nobody...Indeed
Once leading supporter of rebels
By hook or by crook, your plan to succeed
Would bring death to your kin on all levels
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Did fugitive then turn to murder,
When rival Comyn was slain?
Struck twice on the steps of the altar
Where he left his bloody stain
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So King nobody became King of Scots
Not by traditional means to get there
Wild nights in The Lobster Pot!
And good old fashioned murder.
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