Author J. A. Pott Nay , why resent the jest I made? Your anger pray subdue; I only pointed at your trade, Good cobbler, not at you. Let not the harmless line I wrote Your enmity provoke; You slit a gladiator's throat ā May I not crack a joke? 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