Ode to Nan Min - XIV A mug of beer, a plate of chicken wings. These are a couple of your favorite things. The dual blessings make a triangle base But at the apex, I have rightful place. I learned this at the tavern where we dined, Where in sweet savor both our lips inclined, Taking our leisure having strenuous stretched As comely waitresses our vittles fetched, Surrounded by the likes of Yeats and Shaw, Dipping our fingers in the greasy gore, Raising a glass to Wilde who believed: By giving in, temptation is relieved. I was exalted over all your fare In happy confluence you worshipped there. A toast to your repast, the feast of Nan: The trinity of Malt and Meat and Man.