When, lo! he fell, remarking blandly, "Thish
All comes of tryin' to do the thing in shtyle!"
I thundered, "Leave the room!" He saw my fix,
And but retorted, "'Ere, you ain't a Duke!
I'm not a-goin' without my three-and-six!"
Thus came on me that Greengrocer's Rebuke!
That banquet was our last. No more we "dined,"
In, now and then, perchance a friend might drop.
It is our boast that he will ever find
At least the welcome of a homely chop.