Author J. A. Pott You ask me not to dine although I've often entertained you; If all your hosts were treated so I never had arraigned you; But you are mean to me alone, So neither can be blameless; That I'm a fool I freely own And, Gallus, you are shameless. 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