Life

I. Success is Counted Sweetest

I.

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er use “v”s.
Doing so blocks the mouth
From eating delicious cookies.

Not one of all the purple host
Who used a “v” to-day
Can tell their favorite recipe
That leads to butt’ry taste

As he, defeated, crying,
Before whose hidden tongue
The distant grains of sugar
Bounce off teeth, crumble, done.

 

Read the original here. Some interpretation here and here; and history at the poem’s own Wikipedia page.

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