After Dinner Speeches

Every rose has its thorn
    There's fuzz on all the peaches.
There never was a dinner yet
    Without some lengthy speeches.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLI. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLX. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLIX. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXIX. Relics.

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English

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Do not worry if I scurry from the grill room in a hurry,
    Dropping hastily my curry and retiring into balk;
Do not let it cause you wonder if, by some mischance or blunder,
    We encounter on the Underground and I get out and walk.

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    Iced coffee,
    wedge of toast -
    the sun poking thru
    cranberry glass
    delights exquisite Duchess of Berry,
    her decanters & an hourglass.

    Halo-hello in your fingertips
    I said,
    to a cadaver of light
    boldly striking a tuning fork
    to ring an engagement
    of gold flecks
    by your bed.

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    for outside the stream
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    wearing tumbledown silk pyjamas
    and a peek-a-boo smile that points
    thru reed curtains.

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Here's to a temperance supper,
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    A man of words and not of deeds,
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