Author J. A. Pott These pages were not meant for you That was distinctly understood, Yet you are reading them ā I knew You would. Dear prude, through many plays you've sat. Read on, nor fear my coarsest verse: The scenes you often chuckle at 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