27. To Flaccus -

A MAN of adamant you surely are

To love a dame who loves stale vinegar,

A dame whose palate whelks and tripe enchant,

Who thinks bananas too extravagant,

Whose maid brings in (rare trove!) a common pot

Of spoiled sardines to eat before they rot;

Grown lowish now and not afraid to shock

She begs for flannelette to make a frock;

My dame will ask for attar, precious stuff,

" Worth " for her frocks is hardly good enough:

Fine graded pearls and emeralds I must find.

And gold is copper to her generous mind.

Is any mistress worth the cost? Oh no —

And yet she ought to think I think her so.

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