Friday, May 27, 2011

The Empress of Ice Cream

Call the seller of big cigars,
The corpulent one, and bid him sip
From crystal cups concupiscent pearls.
Let the Frenchmen loiter in such form
As they are used to bear, and let the girls
Bring farthings in small grimed fistfuls.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only Empress is the Empress of Ice Cream.

Take from the drawer of gold
Ensconced in red velvet, that crown
With which she incited envy once
And place it so as to cover her hair.
If her sharpened wits protrude, they come
To show us how quick she is, and smart.
Let the tailor fix the seam.
The only Empress is the Empress of Ice Cream.

(Not to be confused with the Emperor.)

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