Classic Poem

Drink to me with thine eyes, exclusively,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I shall not order any wines or liquors.
Soul-thirst
Demands divine drink;
Yet, even to Jovian nectar,
I prefer thine.

Recently I sent thee a wreath, a wreath of roses,
Not honouring thee, particularly —
Rather giving it a hope of
Immortality
But thou merely breathedst on it
And returnedst it to me,
Since when it grows, and is redolent, I swear,
Not of itself. ...
Nay! Its fragrance is of thee.

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John Spratt detested carbohydrates.
The deglutition of proteins, to his wife,
Was intolerable.
Wherefore, cooperating,
There was no waste
Of provender.

*****

Twinkle, starlet,
Loftily, supramundanely, diamondly.

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Little Miss Muffet sat in a corner,
Absorbing casein —
A food of great nutritive power,
Rich in butter fats.
A spider — an arachnid of the species
Araneidae — came along;
Ugly, motive, horrendous,
Terrorizing her to the point of departure.