PERSICOS ODI

by: W.M. Thackeray (1811-1863)

EAR Lucy, you know what my wish is,--

I hate all your Frenchified fuss:

Your silly entrées and made dishes

Were never intended for us.

No footman in lace and in ruffles

Need dangle behind my arm-chair;

And never mind seeking for truffles,

Although they be ever so rare.

 

But a plain leg of mutton, my Lucy,

I pr'ythee get ready at three:

Have it smoking, and tender, and juicy,

And what better meat can there be?

And when it has feasted the master,

'Twill amply suffice for the maid;

Meanwhile I will smoke my canaster,

And tipple my ale in the shade.

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