Upon invitation to dine, I felt immense elation,
As Master is known to lay out sumptuous feast.
Try though if you may to imagine my agitation,
Whence it turned out I am main course for this beast!
Dinner guest who wishes she'd had the sense to decline,
Rather than be served tartare with a well aged wine.
A contest entry
- Time to Rhyme by RavenTheWhite.
500 points, ended May 2, 12 entries
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Comments
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This is great, your work is brilliant, you have a real twist at the end, nicely written, my poet friend
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