Author J. A. Pott You give me only half a kiss; All thanks for that; but pray Grant me a further boon; 'tis this — Take half that half away. Yet higher should the favour be — Mere speech its worth profanes — If you would not inflict on me The quarter that remains. 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