Author J. A. Pott He reeks, you might think, of his yesterday's drink: But knowing his customs and ways, You are wrong, I'll be sworn, for he drank till the morn, So the savour is truly to-day's. 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