I laugh in his face at his airs of gourmet;
Admitting myself but three things to be nice—
Champagne, lobster salad, and strawberry ice.
Then pass the people in sparkling review;
I ask fifty questions beginning with Who?
Midnight approaches—a sense of repose
Floating about me, my eyelids half close;
Rising, I languidly say, 'By the bye,
Who is the Captain?' he laughs in reply,
Stands up in front of me, just face to face,