Triolettuce Salad
Ingredients by Goldsmith, Mallet, Trowbridge and Coleridge. Stirred by us with a fountain pen this day.
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song.
Or slim or stout, or tall or short,
Good people all, of every sort,
Attend ye to my metric sport
Until I sound the gong.
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song.
Give ear unto my song.
Or slim or stout, or tall or short,
Good people all, of every sort,
Attend ye to my metric sport
Until I sound the gong.
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song.
’Twas at the silent, solemn hour
When night and morning meet.
Within my cozy five-room bow’r,
T’was at the silent solemn hour,
When Bill, in tones of dreadful pow’r,
Yelled: “HEY, GIDDAP THERE, PETE!”
’Twas at the silent, solemn hour
When night and morning meet!
When night and morning meet.
Within my cozy five-room bow’r,
T’was at the silent solemn hour,
When Bill, in tones of dreadful pow’r,
Yelled: “HEY, GIDDAP THERE, PETE!”
’Twas at the silent, solemn hour
When night and morning meet!
The night was made for cooling shade,
For silence and for sleep.
O mighty line by Trowbridge made—
“The night was made for cooling shade”
I hear the garbage-can brigade,
And murmur, cursing deep:
“The night was made for cooling shade,
For silence and for sleep.”
For silence and for sleep.
O mighty line by Trowbridge made—
“The night was made for cooling shade”
I hear the garbage-can brigade,
And murmur, cursing deep:
“The night was made for cooling shade,
For silence and for sleep.”
Oh, sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
Ah, Coleridge, thou who daredst to sing
“Oh, sleepl it is a gentle thing!”
Thou never heardst the ash can’s bing,
Else blank had been that scroll:
Oh, sleep! it is a gentle thing
Beloved from pole to pole!
Beloved from pole to pole!
Ah, Coleridge, thou who daredst to sing
“Oh, sleepl it is a gentle thing!”
Thou never heardst the ash can’s bing,
Else blank had been that scroll:
Oh, sleep! it is a gentle thing
Beloved from pole to pole!