Author Robert Burns Dear Peter, dear Peter, We poor sons of metre Are often negleckit, ye ken; For instance, your sheet, man, (Tho' glad I'm to see 't, man), I get it no ae day in ten. R.B. 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