O. Henry, Afrite-chef of all delight!—
Of all delectables conglomerate
That stay the starved brain and rejuvenate
The mental man. Th’ esthetic appetite —
So long anhungered that its “in'ards” fight
And growl gutwise,— its pangs thou dost abate
And all so amiably alleviate,
Joy pats its belly as a hobo might
Who haply hath attained a cherry pie
With no burnt bottom in it, ner no seeds —
Nothin’ but crispest crust, and thickness fit,
And squshin’ - juicy, and jes’ mighty nigh
Too dratted drippin’ - sweet fer human needs,
But fer the sosh of milk that goes with it.