Punch

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, July 23, 1892

Faintly it wakes at the even chime, The appetite long past its prime. The supper-room at the Club looks dim. What shall I "peck" for an epicure's whim? Roe, Bloater's Roe! That's the brief repast To tickle the palate, to break the fast!