Dining

There was a young lady of Cork,
Whose Pa made a fortune in pork;
    He bought for his daughter
    A tutor who taught her
To balance green peas on her fork.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLII. Love And Matrimony.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXLIV. Charms.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXC. Love And Matrimony.

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Diet

There was a young lady named Maud,
A very deceptive young fraud;
    She never was able
    To eat at the table,
But out in the pantry - O Lord!

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Nursery Rhyme. II. Historical

    When good king Arthur ruled this land,
        He was a goodly king;
    He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
        To make a bag-pudding.

    A bag-pudding the king did make,
        And stuff'd it well with plums:
    And in it put great lumps of fat,
        As big as my two thumbs.

    The king and queen did eat thereof,
        And noblemen beside;
    And what they could not eat that night,
        The queen next morning fried.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXVIII. Scholastic.

        [A Greek bill of fare.]

    LEGOMOTON,
    Acapon,
    Alfagheuse,
    Pasti venison.

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Diet

There was a young lady named Perkins,
Who had a great fondness for gherkins;
    She went to a tea
    And ate twenty-three,
Which pickled her internal workin's.

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Twopenny Post-Bag, Intercepted Letters, Etc. Letter III.

FROM GEORGE PRINCE REGENT TO THE EARL OF YARMOUTH.^[1]


We missed you last night at the "hoary old sinner's,"
Who gave us as usual the cream of good dinners;
His soups scientific, his fishes quite prime--
His pâtés superb, and his cutlets sublime!
In short, 'twas the snug sort of dinner to stir a
Stomachic orgasm in my Lord Ellenborough,
Who set to, to be sure, with miraculous force,
And exclaimed between mouthfuls, "a He-Cook, of course!--
"While you live--(what's there under that cover? pray, look)--
"While you live--(I'll just taste it)--ne'er keep a She-Cook.
"'Tis a sound Salic Law--(a small bit of that toast)--
"Which ordains that a female shall ne'er rule the roast;
"For Cookery's a secret--(this turtle's uncommon)--

Thomas Moore

Gluttony

There was a young person named Ned,
Who dined before going to bed,
On lobster and ham
And salad and jam,
And when he awoke he was dead.

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