Suited and booted,
You invite me for the feast,
What did you think when i looted
The table -- that i were a beast?
I reckoned the fare was for me
To partake and not say anymore
The conjunction of our fallacies,
For here i am, a ragdoll, eating more
Than yesterday.
So i transform now into a lady
For you have very very gallantly,
Brought the food for me to share
And i must do justice, so i do taste,
No more in pithy rugs and wastes,
Thank you for this motley feast.
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