Author Robert Burns So vile was poor Wat, such a miscreant slave, That the worms even damn'd him when laid in his grave. In his scull there is famine!' a starv'd reptile cries; And his heart it is poison!' another replies. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments