Typical Tokio Smile of Miss Morning Glory.”
My grandmamma was our guest.
“Mother, you talk too much always. Remember, this is a sacred service. Silence helps your digestion. Eat slowly, think something higher, and be content!” Poet said.
We smelled the “Perfume of Omar’s Rose,” and wet our lips with the “Water of Jordan River.”
The broth was served.
Everybody choked with its pungent fire.
Poor Mrs. Heine!
She was showering her tear-beans.
“This is perfectly seasoned. Send up your bowl again, ladies and gentlemen!”
Mr. Poet’s performance was beautifully buffoonish.