In this the spirit of Oscar -
Wilde.
I'm not going to eat that, again!
Never!
NEVER.
And, remodelling has stopped.
Now, we eat.
Thank you -
For desert -
what's on the menu?
A performer - what name art thou.
My name is pet.
That's your name.
Now, we eat.
Good, fortune-cookie reads;
the message states...
YOU ARE A BIGOT.
In the name of Jesus.
How can I afford to sit here?
Simple -
if you are American.
An american knows not they play fairly,
just don't abuse them.
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Here's a good poem. In the spirit of Oscar Wilde. This has religious undertones. "Now, we eat." Could be related to the act of penance, such as the breaking of bread, a ritual practice in the taking of holy communion.
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