Ad Ministram

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Title:     Ad Ministram
Author: William Makepeace Thackeray [More Titles by Thackeray]

Dear LUCY, you know what my wish is,--
I hate all your Frenchified fuss:
Your silly entrees and made dishes
Were never intended for us.
No footman in lace and in ruffles
Need dangle behind my arm-chair;
And never mind seeking for truffles,
Although they be ever so rare.

But a plain leg of mutton, my Lucy,
I prithee get ready at three:
Have it smoking, and tender and juicy,
And what better meat can there be?
And when it has feasted the master,
'Twill amply suffice for the maid;
Meanwhile I will smoke my canaster,
And tipple my ale in the shade.

[The end]
William Makepeace Thackeray's poem: Ad Ministram

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