Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAW OF THE PERVERSE, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet's Biography
First Line: Where did the custom come
Last Line: Fore-eating everything, from soup to pie!
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Children; Customs, Social; Food & Eating; Holidays; Thanksgiving; Childhood
WHERE did the custom come from, anyway --
Sending the boys to "play," at dinner-time,
When we have company? What is there, pray,
About the starched, unmalleable guest
That, in the host's most genial interest,
Finds him first favor on Thanksgiving Day
Beside the steaming turkey, with its wings
Akimbo over all the savory things
It has been stuffed with, yet may never thus
Make one poor boy's face glad and glorious!
Fancy the exiled boy in the back yard,
Ahungered so, that any kind of grub
Were welcome, yet with face set stern
Hearing the feasters' mirth and mild hubbub,
And wanting to kill something with a club! --
Intuitively arguing the unjust
Distinction, as he naturally must, --
The guest with all the opportunity --
The boy with all the appetite! Ah, me!
So is it that, when I, a luckless guest,
Am thus arraigned at banquet, I sit grim
And sullen, eating nothing with a zest, --
With smirking features, yet a soul distressed,
Missing the banished boy and envying
Ay, longing for a spatter on my vest
From his deflecting spoon, and yearning
The wild swoop of his lips insatiate, or
His ever-ravenous, marauding eye
Fore-eating everything, from soup to pie!
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