Hors D’oeuvre
The beetle booms adown the glooms
And bumps along the clumps.
Author Unknown
The two divinest things that man has got,
A lovely woman in a rural spot.
Leigh Hunt
Why streams the life-blood from that female throat?
She sprinkled gravy on a guest’s new coat.
Author Unknown
My heart is in the grave with her—
The family went abroad.
Alexander Smith
Whene’er along the ivory disks are seen
The rapid traces of the dark gangrene,
When caries comes, with stealthy pace, to throw
Corrosive ink-spots on those banks of snow,
Brook no delay, ye trembling, suffering Fair,
But fly for refuge to the Dentist’s care.
Solyman Brown, The Dentiad
Saliva, chyle, bile,
Pancreatic juice, serum, and phlegm,
There Adam lay supine—a well-shaped man.
William Boyce,
Man’s First Estate on Earth