Robert Burns P Is For Poet

Robert Burns - P is for Poet. Intro- Rabbie Burns stated on his deathbed on 27th July 1796 that he did not want the Awkward Squad i.e. Scots Military firing a tribute to him at his graveside.Burns wish was not granted and he died with full military honours with thousands lining the streets of Dumfries, Scotland. At the graveside the Scots Military fired three volleys as the dirt was shoveled into his grave. P is for Poet Peasantry pulled by independent thoughts Posthumous plaudits, academics besot Penury not privilege, to which you were born Poor ploughman's son, sowed our new poetic dawn Prescriptions for passion and artistic artillery Paradoxical pilgrim in heaven's distillery Poetic pied piper, peat-fuelled injected ink P is for poet, from your chalice we'll drink Persecuted profile, diagnosis was death Painful, your passing, blood in your last breath Pistols point skywards, as Awkward Squad fire! Pageantry and pomp as dying wish expires. RIP ROBERT BURNS.