Poems with rhymes of stew

"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew."

To the best that the hoose can do --
An omelette made of the emu egg
And a paddy-melon stew."

With vegetables added to
The Sheep, we get our mutton stew—

Meat gone from the stew
The faces just names
Of those I once knew

Gold, of course, is solid too,
But some silver set to stew

And a rebel or so in an Irish stew,
And sausages made of a self-slain Jew--

Ben the greep cam' Geordie's soo
She stood up ahint the coo
The coo kickit oot an' o whit a stew

Chicken meat an' gravy, too,
Hot an' still a-heatin';
Good ol' sweet pertater stew;

In one infernal stew—
And Mrs Johnson, raving,
Walks out—bareheaded too.

O Lord! if my enemies only knew
How I'm full to the throat with the corvic stew

He's hurrying, too! This never will do.
Can't somebody stop him? I'm all of a stew.

Dissented from his view,
And wished that he could swell, instead,
The volume of cold stew.

Then, look upon the Irish too
A miserable murd'rous crew!
They'll feed you up on Irish stew,

Courage is born anew
She remains ever aloof
Far from this, humanities dank stew

Since MICHAEL gives no roast nor stew,
Where Whigs might eat and plot in town,
And swill his port, and mischief brew --

Life was much simpler and worries were few.
Dad stoked the fire and mother made stew.

Now, this is number two,
And he's got me in a stew.

meat gone from the stew
the faces just names
of those I once knew

As I sit here pondering, stuck in my latent stew,
Are their greater thoughts stirring up a brew?

And a savory stew,
And a novel or two