Author J. A. Pott He gave Consular wine when he asked me to dine, " What! Opimius' vintage?" you say, " 'Tis a brand of renown." Nay, my host laid it down, And he was made consul to-day. 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