Author J. A. Pott Once a Cilician rascal tried To raid a garden: far and wide He searched, but nothing he espied Above the barren sod, Except the stone Priapus, foe To thieves, but he was loth to go All empty-handed thence ā and so He stole the guardian god! 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