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A Somewhat Poetical Contrivance upon the Subject of High Tea in Low Society

is it true that for you to start you would rather
a runaway stoat or a stowaway rat
served in a soup of flotsam and lather
with a gnat-riddled flea or a flea-bitten gnat
(blessed by Father Howe with a bit of 'ow's-your-father
in the bat of an eye and the eye of a bat)

for the main there's a choice of what kind of dish,
a plate 'neath your chin or a chinese platter
a salver of silver, a compliment of fish
dont fish for a compliment for it doesnt matter
fresh from the bath, come and see if you wish
the frolicking finned-ones already in batter

dessert will be served by an armed legionaire
who deserted the army when he lost his three legs
he'll blow up the ice-cream bombe if you care
or serve you fruit cobble as he hobbles on pegs
there's flambeed frigged frog on a porked pig done rare
and organic egg-nog made from finest dog's eggs

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