Classic Poem

I BEG you come tonight and dine.
A welcome waits you, and sound wine, —
The Roederer chilly to a charm,
As Juno's breath the claret warm,
The sherry of an ancient brand.
No Persian pomp, you understand, —
A soup, a fish, two meats, and then
A salad fit for aldermen
(When aldermen, alas the days!
Were really worth their mayonnaise );
A dish of grapes whose clusters won
Their bronze in Carolinian sun;
Next, cheese — for you the Neufch├ótel,
A bit of Cheshire likes me well;
Cafe au lait or coffee black,
With Kirsch or Kümmel or Cognac
(The German band in Irving Place
By this time purple in the face);
Cigars and pipes. These being through,
Friends shall drop in, a very few —
Shakespeare and Milton, and no more.
When these are guests I bolt the door,
With " Not at Home " to anyone
Excepting Alfred Tennyson.