Now Susan's this all that you've been able to pick up?
Oh, no! there's a ham, and it's done to a turn
So nice, that the nose of a Jew needn't stick up;
And a tongue--well, a tongue I never could spurn;
It's nice while the wine at our leisure we sip;
And good with a cracker in wine we can dip.
[Illustration: "MY APPETITE'S NONE OF THE BEST AND SO I MUST PAMPER
THE DELICATE THING. AND TICKLE A FANCY THAT'S VERY CAPRICIOUS WITH
BITS OF A TURKEY, THE BREAST OR THE WING. WITH KIRF VERY TENDER AND
GRAVY DELICIOUS."]
Mrs. Merdle Accepteth of a slight Dinner, suitable for a Woman
suffering with Dyspepsia.
Some turkey? why yes--the least mite will suffice;
A side bone and dressing and bit of the breast;
The tip of the rump--that's it--and one o' the fli's--
In spite of the doctor: my appetite's none of the best,
And so I must pamper the delicate thing,
And tickle a fancy that's very capricious
With bits of a turkey, the breast or the wing,
With beef very tender, and gravy delicious.
Some beef now? I thank you, not any at present;
I'll nibble a little at what I have got,
And wish for a duck, or a grouse, or a pheasant,
Though none of them come for a wish, in the pot.
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