Rapping with Rab and Robert

Someone elseweb crossed a couple of wires and mentioned Robert Frost when they meant Robert Burns. And I got that awful itch in my brain that I get sometimes.

So first this happened:

For though yer land an' mine
Are neighbors near, an' a' that:
We split the apple frae the pine
A Wall's a Wall for a' that.

Then a couple of days later:

The way a pest
Crept up the side
Of the Sunday best
That you wore with pride
Made me see
How I'd be viewed
And rescued me
From being rude.

Then it was late at night and I took a bath. Unfortunately, I get ideas in the bath.

Thare's mony speak o' Rabbie Burns
An' mony Robert Frost.
An' gin the writers maun tak' turns
Then for the first I favour Burns.
But gin the other micht be lost,
I think I ken enouch o' verse
Tae say that as a poiet, Frost
Isnae worse
An' worth the cost.

As Fade mentioned on Twitter, there's an interesting space for parlor games here: crossing over the works of two poets that overlap somehow, whether by their names or some other characteristic.

The mic is open.