BUTTONS

by: Walter de la Mare

      HERE was an old skinflint of Hitching
      Had a cook, Mrs Casey, of Cork;
      There was nothing but crusts in the kitchen,
      While in parlour was sherry and pork.
      So at last Mrs Casey, her pangs to assuage,
      Having snipped off his buttonses, scurried the page;
      And now, while that skinflint gulps sherry and pork
      In his parlour adjacent to Hitching,
      To the tune blithe and merry of knife and of fork,
      Anthropophagy reigns in the kitchen.

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