Treasure Island

Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Poems of Robert William Service

341. My Favoured Fare 1/13/2003
342. My Favourite Fan 1/13/2003
343. My Feud 1/13/2003
344. My Foe 1/13/2003
345. My Friends 1/13/2003
346. My Future 1/13/2003
347. My Garden 1/13/2003
348. My Garret 1/13/2003
349. My Guardian Angel 1/13/2003
350. My Hero 1/13/2003
351. My Holiday 1/13/2003
352. My Hour 1/13/2003
353. My House 1/13/2003
354. My Hundred Books 1/13/2003
355. My Husbands 1/13/2003
356. My Husky Team 1/13/2003
357. My Indian Summer 1/13/2003
358. My Inner Life 1/13/2003
359. My Job 1/13/2003
360. My Library 1/13/2003

Lobster For Lunch

His face was like a lobster red,
His legs were white as mayonnaise:
"I've had a jolly lunch," he said,
That Englishman of pleasant ways.
"Thy do us well at our hotel:
In England food is dull these days."

"We had a big langouste for lunch.
I almost ate the whole of it.

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