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,
At this point, the reader is not yet aware that this poem is describing a funeral. The first iteration of this line indicates naivete, due to the simplicity and childishness of the declaration. This contrasts with the darker mood of the second stanza.
The Emperor of Ice Cream