Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once,
Possibly a reference to a remark in  Hamlet 4.3  about the finality and the corporality of death: 
 HAMLET.  … Your Worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all Creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for Maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but Variable service, two dishes, but to one table: That’s the end. 
 This line (and its twin at the end)–which reads like a (skewed) bit from a children’s rhyme–is a seeming non sequitur that lifts the reader unexpectedly out of the darker tones of the poem, creating ambiguity and tension even as it reads like a definitive statement.
The Emperor of Ice Cream