Friday

Dear Cousin, just a line To ask if you will come to dine (Informally, you know) with me To-morrow afternoon at three. Now don’t refuse, whate’er you do, I have a treat in store for you: A charming goose (and geese, you know, Do not on all the bushes grow!) A dream of tenderness in white, A case of “hunger at first sight.” I know, old boy, you’ll not be deaf To this inducement.