Children <br /> <br />Pray dearest mother if you please <br />Cut up your double-curded cheese, <br />The oldest of the brotherhood. <br />It's ripe, no doubt and nicely good! <br />Your reputation will rise treble <br />As we the lucious morsel nibble. <br />Praise will flow from each partaker <br />Both on the morsel and the maker! <br /> <br /> <br />Madame <br /> <br />Your suit is vain,--upon my word, <br />You taste not yet my double-curd; <br />I know the hour,--the very minute <br />In which I'll plunge my cutteau in it; <br />Am I to learn of witless bairns <br />How I must manage my concerns? <br />As yet the fervid dog-star reigns <br />And gloomy Virgo holds the reigns. <br />Be quiet chicks, sedate and sober <br />And house your stomachs till October; <br />Then for a feast! Upon my word, <br />I'll really cut my double curd.<br /><br />Henry Livingston Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dialogue/
