Dinner Favors

TO S.

I fill my goblet to the brim And clink the glasses rim to rim. Across the board I waft a kiss With thanks for such an hour as this, And clasping joy, bid sorrow flee, And welcome you my vis-a-vis.

TO A. R. C.

Of all the joys on earth that be There is no sweeter one to me Than sitting with a merry lass From consomme 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 consomme.

TO S. B. F.

Give me but a bit to eat, And an hour or two, Just a salad and a sweet, And a chat with you. Give me table full or bare, Crust or rich ragout; But whatever be the fare, Always give me you.