TOMMY (on a visit)—"No, I thank you."
TOMMY'S AUNT—"You seem to be suffering from loss of appetite."
TOMMY—"That ain't loss of appetite. What I'm sufferin' from is politeness."
There was a young man so benighted,
He never knew when he was slighted;
He would go to a party,
And eat just as hearty,
As if he'd been really invited.