by: Walter de la Mare
POEMS BY WALTER DE LA MARE
- HERE was an old skinflint of Hitching
- Had a cook, Mrs Casey, of Cork;
- There was nothing but crusts in the kitchen,
- While in parlour was sherry and pork.
- So at last Mrs Casey, her pangs to assuage,
- Having snipped off his buttonses, scurried the page;
- And now, while that skinflint gulps sherry and pork
- In his parlour adjacent to Hitching,
- To the tune blithe and merry of knife and of fork,
- Anthropophagy reigns in the kitchen.