Robbie's Curses Poem by Douglas Scotney

He had a bad service experience at the Carron Works over the road from the inn. The porter wouldn't let him in. He was prone to writing a 'dart extempore' on whatever surface was handy. To give his reputation balance: he also wrote many that were the opposite of darts; kisses perhaps, or pats.
He had a diamond tipped stylus to write on glass.


What he wrote I've paraphrased from 'Written on a window of the inn at Carron'
We cam na here to view your works
In hopes to be mair wise,
But only, lest we gang to Hell,
It may be nae surprise;
But when we tirl'd at your door,
Your porter dought na hear us;
Sae may, should we to Hell's yetts come,
Your billy Satan sair us.
'extempore' pronounced 'extemporee'.

pic is Burns at the inn over the road from the works.