'Beds to the front of them, <br />Beds to the right of them, <br />Beds to the left of them, <br />Nobody blundered. <br />Beamed at by hungry souls, <br />Screamed at with brimming bowls, <br />Steamed at by army rolls, <br />Buttered and sundered. <br />With coffee not cannon plied, <br />Each must be satisfied, <br />Whether they lived or died; <br />All the men wondered.'<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beds-to-the-front-of-them/
