Take a knuckle of Veal (You may buy it, or steal), In a few peices cut it, In a Stewing pan put it, Salt, pepper and mace Must season this knuckle, Then what's join'd to a place, With other Herbs muckle; That which killed King Will, And what never stands still, Some sprigs of that bed Where Children are bred, Which much you will mend, if Both Spinage and Endive, And Lettuce and Beet, With Marygold meet; Put no water at all; For it maketh things small; Which, lest it should happen, A close cover clap on; Put this pot of Wood's mettle In a hot boiling kettle, And there let it be, (Mark the Doctrine I teach) About -- let me see, -- Thrice as long as you preach. So skimming the fat off, Say Grace, with your hat off O then, with what rapture Will it fill Dean and Chapter! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON NOT OURS THE VOWS by BERNARD BARTON THE HELMSMAN by HILDA DOOLITTLE THOUGHTS OF PHENA AT NEWS OF HER DEATH by THOMAS HARDY OUT OF THE HILLS by IRENE ARCHER |