My Peter Poem by Belle Wassermeister
My Peter
My Peter is a little runt;
he's barely one inch tall.
He's never tried a risky stunt;
he fears that he might fall.
He was invited to the dance
and thought that he might go,
but then decided there's no chance
that he would ever grow.
Oh, Peter, that poor little runt,
who stands just one inch tall,
he'll never battle on the front;
there's just no chance at all.
As a matter of fact, I HAVE read that. Sorry for the slow response. There are probably hundreds of comments that I've never seen because I seldom log in. Why do you ask?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/28/2026 3:22:50 AM # rel_20261026T125300Z_a7741e1
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation written with conviction.