Author J. A. Pott When yesterday we came to dine, I own you gave us unguents fine, But there was not a thing to eat. Methinks a curious sort of treat. Perhaps you thought your guests had died And came there to be mummified! 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