O. HENRY

O. Henry, Afrite-chef of all delight!—

Of all delectables conglomerate

That stay the starved brain and rejuvenate

The mental man. Th’ esthetic appetite —

So long anhungered that its “in'ards” fight

And growl gutwise,— its pangs thou dost abate

And all so amiably alleviate,

Joy pats its belly as a hobo might

Who haply hath attained a cherry pie

With no burnt bottom in it, ner no seeds —

Nothin’ but crispest crust, and thickness fit,

And squshin’ - juicy, and jes’ mighty nigh

Too dratted drippin’ - sweet fer human needs,

But fer the sosh of milk that goes with it.