Classic Poem

When our friend Squire Allgood had got through a lot
Of liquor last night, he called loud for a pot.
So they brought him a jar which himself he had drained
And alone put away all the wine it contained,
While he then most exactly and quite at his leisure
Repaid to the vessel his debt in full measure.
Do you wonder the jar all his liquor could hold?
There's no need, my good friend: he drinks neat, I am told.