Author J. A. Pott He wishes that his sire were living still, 'Tis strange, but with the truth I do not palter;The reason is he read that father's will And found his only legacy a halter. 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