The Jam-Pot
(In the manner of Robert Browning)
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?
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