Dinner Favors, To A. R. C.
By Arthur Macy
Of all the joys on earth that be
There is no sweeter one to me
Than sitting with a merry lass
From consomm to demi-tasse.
And yet a golden hour I'd steal,
Reverse the order of the meal,
And countermarching, backward stray
From demi-tasse to consomm.