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First Line: The other men may stand in line
Last Line: Miranda, -- and her lunches?
Subject(s): Lunch


The other men may stand in line
Where each his neighbor hunches,
On sandwiches and pies to dine --
Aha! the vicious crunches! --
Or feed in cafes superfine
Off tenderloins and punches;
A tenderer repast is mine,
For I've Miranda's lunches.

They gobble down their gross affairs,
Their "boiled New England dinners,"
Or their more delicate eclairs,
And wine -- if they are sinners.
A fico for Sir Fatty's airs
As French menus he munches!
I have a feast worth all of theirs,
For I've Miranda's lunches.

Upon the napkin, snowy white,
There often lies a pansy;
Beneath, the luncheon, cooked just right,
Precisely to my fancy:
Croquettes, nut sandwich, "baby pies,"
Young radish (little bunches),
Marshmallows tucked in to surprise,
M -- m, m -- m! Miranda's lunches!

A woman's thoughtful tenderness,
Some way, about it lingers;
In touching it I seem to press
Miranda's dainty fingers.
What matter business fret and strife,
And care that grinds and crunches,
When one has such a blessed wife,
Miranda, -- and her lunches?





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