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The Carpentered Hen
Before becoming the grand old man of the American novel, John Updike was the 22-year-old manchild of American light verse.
To An Usherette
Ah, come with me,
And we shall rather happy be.
I know a modest luncheonette
Where, for a little, one can get
A choplet, baby Lima beans,
And, segmented, two tangerines.
Le coup de grâce,
My petty lass,
Will be a demi-demitasse
Within a serviette conveyed
By weazened waiters, underpaid,
Who mincingly might grant us spoons
While a combo tinkles trivial tunes.
Ah, with me come,
Ma faible femme,
And I shall say I love you some.