Classic Poem

The Jam-pot—tender thought!
—I grabbed it—so did you.
“What wonder while we fought
—Together that it flew
In shivers?” you retort.

You should have loosed your hold
—One moment—checked your fist.
But, as it was, too bold
—You grappled and you missed.
More plainly—you were sold.

“Well, neither of us shared
—The dainty.” That your plea?
“Well, neither of us cared,”
—I answer. . . . “Let me see.
How have your trousers fared?”