Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal.
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
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I always loved this poem after seeing it for the first time when I picked up 'Salem Lot' by Stephen King. The poem always seem to wash over me with it's Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. The second stanza really reminds me of that with such lines as:
Take from the dresser of deal.
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
Reminds me of when the people are displaying their lot of items that they stole from his room with him laying their. Especially the bit about the woman stealing the sheet off of him lying their.
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If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Reminds me at the beginning of it when they are describing how dead Marley is.
Truly, a bittersweet dish to partake in.
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"Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream." I love this line....ah. Does anyone know of any other half-latin stuff?
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