Classic Poem

My dear Mrs Gale — from my leaving the cradle
Till now I have never such agony known,
What use is a Punch bowl without any ladle, —
Be it Ivory — Silver — Wood — China — or bone? —

My Landlady rushes and foams in a flurry —
Her Ladles for Punch and her Ladles for Soup,
Besides all her Ladles for Butter and Curry,
She vows are all — " smished" in one family Group!

Then dear Mrs Gale — have a little compassion
If it's only a Ladle full — send me in one! —
And I'll ever proclaim you in my estimation —
The most " Ladle-like " personage under the sun! —