Forks to the left of me,
knives and spoons to the right,
I accept your invitation
with grace and gumption,
and declare this party begun.
I sip a sweet-smelling phrase
and roll it over my tongue.
"In you flows,
like this fine wine,
the milk of human kindness."
"The Ribeye Ettouffee
is an inspired choice
for the evening,"
"You really must spoil me,
with a second portion of your
what-did-you-say-it-was pudding."
It sounds right.
Beyond this temple of the bitch-goddess
I have no use for my cuff-links
Nor you for your coasters.
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