And you will smile and give me rest.
Rest ... and the peace I never knew....
Oh I shall ask great things of you!
So keep this rhyme, and we’ll not quarrel!
Perhaps, next time, I’ll bring you laurel!
LUNCH AT A CITY CLUB
(For, though not to, D. M. C.)
The member with the face like a pale ham
Settles his stomachs in the leather chair.
The member with the mustard-colored hair