But this is concocted by rules so complete;
Though piquant, is healthy and easy digested;
And if you will note it as slowly we eat,
The contents I’ll give for our friends interested.
Imprimus: in fish stock, an onion we stew,
And anchovy essence two spoonfuls we add;
With butter, horse-radish, and lemons a few;
Mushrooms, too, in ketchup is not very bad;
And pickle of walnuts with onions chopped fine,
To which there is added some old sherry wine.
My doctor, so queer, when I suffer distress,
Inquires what I’ve latterly foolishly eaten,
And swears that to swallow this ‘horrible mess,’
Would entitle a dog like a dog to be beaten.
But la! such a doctor knows nothing of women’s complaints,
And talks Latin nonsense about ‘regular diet;’
And thinks that us mortals–should live more like saints,
On moonshine and nonsense of a heavenly quiet.
He says that a woman of my plaint complaining,
If she was a woman at all half discreet,
Would shudder to think every day she is maiming
Her stomach with trash, and such stuff as we eat!
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