The chefs served up the dinner.
They told me how wonderful the aroma was.
They cut up my food like my Mum used to.
They took mouthfuls, chewed it up and gobbed it back on to my plate.
They then proceeded to tell me how wonderful it tasted.
"Come on, aren’t you hungry like us?" they entreat.
The chefs served up the drinks as well.
They stuck their noses in my glass.
‘what a wonderful bouquet’ I was told.
They took mouthfuls,
swilling it around like connoisseurs,
after a quick gargle they gobbed it back into my glass.
They then proceeded to tell me how wonderful it tasted.
‘"Come on, aren’t you thirsty like us?" they entreat.
Yes ... but it would be better to taste for myself.
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