William Makepeace Thackeray

Here you will find the Poem Ad Ministram of poet William Makepeace Thackeray

Ad Ministram

Dear Lucy, you know what my wish is, - 
I hate all your Frenchified fuss: 
Your silly entrées and made dishes 
Were never intended for us. 
No footman in lace and in ruffles 
Need dangle behind my arm-chair; 
And never mind seeking for truffles, 
Although they be ever so rare. 

But a plain leg of mutton, my Lucy, 
I pr'ythee get ready at three: 
Have it smoking, and tender, and juicy, 
And what better meat can here be? 
And when it has feasted the master, 
'Twill amply suffice for the maid; 
Meanwhile I will smoke my canaster, 
And tipple my ale in the shade.