Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

Poems of Robert William Service

361. My Madonna 1/13/2003
362. My Masterpiece 1/13/2003
363. My Masters 1/13/2003
364. My Mate 1/13/2003
365. My Neighbors 1/13/2003
366. My Picture 1/13/2003
367. My Piney Wood 1/13/2003
368. My Prisoner 1/13/2003
369. My Rival 1/13/2003
370. My Rocking-Chair 1/13/2003
371. My Room 1/13/2003
372. My Son 1/13/2003
373. My Suicide 1/13/2003
374. My Tails 1/13/2003
375. My Trinity 1/13/2003
376. My Twins 1/13/2003
377. My Typewriter 1/13/2003
378. My Vineyard 1/13/2003
379. My White Mouse 1/13/2003
380. My Will 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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