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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472164" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Clean Plater</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some singers sing of ladies' eyes,<br>And some of ladies lips,<br>Refined ones praise their ladylike ways,<br>And course ones hymn their hips.<br>The Oxford Book of English Verse<br>Is lush with lyrics tender;<br>A poet, I guess, is more or less<br>Preoccupied with gender.<br>Yet I, though custom call me crude,<br>Prefer to sing in praise of food.<br>Food,<br>Yes, food,<br>Just any old kind of food.<br>Pheasant is pleasant, of course,<br>And terrapin, too, is tasty,<br>Lobster I freely endorse,<br>In pate or patty or pasty.<br>But there's nothing the matter with butter,<br>And nothing the matter with jam,<br>And the warmest greetings I utter<br>To the ham and the yam and the clam.<br>For they're food,<br>All food,<br>And I think very fondly of food.<br>Through I'm broody at times<br>When bothered by rhymes,<br>I brood<br>On food.<br>Some painters paint the sapphire sea,<br>And some the gathering storm.<br>Others portray young lambs at play,<br>But most, the female form.<br>“Twas trite in that primeval dawn<br>When painting got its start,<br>That a lady with her garments on<br>Is Life, but is she Art?<br>By undraped nymphs<br>I am not wooed;<br>I'd rather painters painted food.<br>Food,<br>Just food,<br>Just any old kind of food.<br>Go purloin a sirloin, my pet,<br>If you'd win a devotion incredible;<br>And asparagus tips vinaigrette,<br>Or anything else that is edible.<br>Bring salad or sausage or scrapple,<br>A berry or even a beet.<br>Bring an oyster, an egg, or an apple,<br>As long as it's something to eat.<br>If it's food,<br>It's food;<br>Never mind what kind of food.<br>When I ponder my mind<br>I consistently find<br>It is glued<br>On food.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ogden+Nash">Ogden Nash</a><div class=q>
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And some of ladies lips,
Refined ones praise their ladylike ways,
And course ones hymn their hips.
The Oxford Book of English Verse
Is lush with lyrics tender;
A poet, I guess, is more or less
Preoccupied with ge..."></div>
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