Earth has not anything to show more fair
Than food, Earth's natural bounty, fixed just right;
But at your home, were I to venture there,
That's not what I would find tomorrow night.
Experience has taught me, in the past,
Your kitchen is mismanaged by a lummox.
The food that issued forth left me aghast;
'Twas quite unfit to enter diners' stomachs.
Your last repast, including roasted pheasant,
Has left a mem'ry time cannot erase.
The textures, looks, and smells were so unpleasant
I just could not convey them to my face.
To spare myself such painful aggravation,
I fear I must decline your invitation.
William W Scanlan
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