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Midnight in the Pantry
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Edgar Guest


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You can boast your round of pleasures, praise the sound of popping corks,
Where the orchestra is playing to the rattle of the forks,
And your after-opera dinner you may think superbly fine,
But that canít compare, Iím certain, to the joy thatís always mine
When I reach my little dwellingósource, of all sincere delightó
And I prowl around the pantry in the waning hours of night.
When my business, or my pleasure, has detained me until late,
And itís midnight, say, or after, when I reach my own estate,
Though Iím weary with my toiling I donít hustle up to bed,
For the inner man is hungry and heís anxious to be fed,
Then I feel a thrill of glory from my head down to my feet
As I prowl around the pantry after something good to eat.
Oft I hear a call above me: ĎGoodness gracious, come to bed!í
And I know that Iíve disturbed her by my overeager tread,
But Iíve found a glass of jelly and some bread and butter, too,
And a bit of cold fried chicken and I answer: ĎWhen Iím through!í
Oh, thereís no cafe that better serves my precious appetite
Than the pantry in our kitchen when I get home late at night.
You may boast your shining silver, and the linen and the flowers,
And the music and the laughter and the lights that hang in showers,
You may have your cafe table with its brilliant array,
But it doesnít charm yours truly when Iím on my homeward way,
For a greater joy awaits me, as I hunger for a biteó
Just the joy of pantry-prowling in the middle of the night.



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Edgar Guest (1881 - 1959)  was born in England,  but moved with his family to Detroit, Michigan, when he was ten years old. He worked for more than sixty years at the Detroit Free Press, publishing his first poem at the age of seventeen, then going on to become a reporter and columnist whose work was featured in hundreds of newspapers around the country. Edgar is said to have written some 11,000 poems during his lifetime, most of it sentimental, short, upbeat verse. Critics often derided his work, but America adored him. He was known as the "People's Poet," served as Michigan's poet laureate, hosted a long-running radio show and TV show, and published more than twenty books.

 

 


Post New Comment:
rhonasheridan:
Pantries are now just a memory. One of stealing a bit of cheese not getting caught I just love this poem
Posted 10/05/2018 02:58 AM
wordartdjc:
Well, you just cannot beat Edgar for his great humor.
Posted 10/04/2018 09:50 AM
barbsteff:
What fun, and true!
Posted 10/03/2018 04:46 PM
michael escoubas:
This sounds amazingly just like me! Great post, Jayne.
Posted 10/03/2018 10:55 AM
cork:
I grew up in Detroit and was heavily influenced by Edgar Guest. My college English professors derided his work when I mentioned this. Thank you so much for using this poem today. It's made my day.
Posted 10/03/2018 08:24 AM
Larry Schug:
This poem speaks accurately, even into a new century. I like the rhyme.
Posted 10/03/2018 06:54 AM


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