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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballade 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In Antwerp, Bruges, Ostend and Ghent<br>  I used to order food with flair,<br>  But in every inn to which I went<br>  They always brought me, with my fare,<br>  With every roast and mutton dish,<br>  With boar, with rabbit, pigeon, bustard,<br>  With fresh and with salt-water fish,<br>  Always, never asking, mustard.<br> <br>  I ordered herring, said I'd like<br>  Carp for supper at the bar,<br>  And called for simple boiled pike,<br>  And two large sole, when I ate at Spa.<br>  I ordered green sauce when in Brussels;<br>  The waiter stared and looked disgusted;<br>  The bus boy brought in with my mussels<br>  As always, never asking, mustard.<br> <br>  I couldn't eat or drink without it.<br>  They add it to the water they<br>  Boil the fish in and-don't doubt it-<br>  The drippings from the roast each day<br>  Are tossed into a mustard vat<br>  In which they're mixed, and then entrusted<br>  To those who bring-they're trained at that-<br>  Always, never asking, mustard.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391099" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>  Prince, it's clear a spice like clove<br>  can drop its guard. It won't be busted.<br>  There's just one thing these people serve:<br>  Always, never asking, mustard.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Eustache+Deschamps">Eustache Deschamps</a></strong></div>