'Twas brillig and the boluses
Of syllabub and burdockpop
Went fizzling in the calphalon,
A pinch of palt-a-malt atop.
Beware the hoi polloi, my boy,
Those rakish riffy-raffy tastes,
Those unsophisticated tongues,
Those portly, pinguefying waists.
Quatorzième at Ledoyen,
He hobnobbed with the cream of creams
To anti-bant and gallivant
Through odds and orts of pastry dreams:
Kue sus, kue sus, pâte à choux
And twee tuile go crunch-a-crunch --
Antoine Carême and Tallyrand
And Madame X are having lunch.
O eudaimonic esculent!
A denizen of chez Ducasse
To snub and sneer and snivel at
The peaky, peckish lower class.
And not a single nonce word!
Last edited by Orwn Acra; 09-03-2011 at 06:20 PM.
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