Liston's Dream
AS Liston lay wrapt in delicious repose,
Most harmoniously playing a tune with his nose,
In a dream there appeared the adorable Venus,
Who said, To be sure there's no likeness between us;
Yet to show a celestial to kindness so prone is,
Your looks shall soon rival the handsome Adonis.
Liston woke in a fright, and cried, Heaven preserve me!
If my face you improve, zounds! madam, you'll starve me!