Author Morris Abel Beer Because his dusty ancestors descended from The May-flower , He looks askance at every man, ā a loathsome common-clay flower; And so he flouts the progeny of Gentile and of Jew, For he avers that God, Himself, sailed with that cultured crew! 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