64470: Poetic Injustice

<p dir="ltr"> A Scottish fighting man whose wife<br> Turned false and tempted his best friend,<br> Finding no future need for life<br> Resolved he'd win a famous end.<br> Bayonet and bomb this wild man took,<br> And Death in every shell-hole sought,<br> Yet there Death only made him hook<br> To dangle bait that others caught.<br> A hundred German wives soon owed<br> Their widows' weeds to this one man<br> Who also guided down Death's road<br> Scores of the Scots of his own clan.<br> Seventeen wounds he got in all<br> And jingling medals four or five.<br> Often in trenches at night-fall<br> He was the one man left alive.<br> But fickle wife and paramour<br> Were strangely visited from above,<br> Were lightning-struck at their own door<br> About the third week of their love.<br> 'Well, well' you say, man wife and friend<br> Ended as quits' but I say not:<br> While that false pair met a clean end<br> Without remorse, how fares the Scot?</p>