The Jam-pot

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?