Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Restaurant Villanelle

Shall we be reasonable, my dear?
No need to order more than we can eat.
Tomorrow is another day, I fear.

It's true the oysters beckon, and the beer,
And what's a meal without a hunk of meat--
Shall we be reasonable then, my dear?

Oh--bouillabaisse! the choice is clear
But what about the rack of lamb complete
Tomorrow is another day, I fear.

You know those crispy little French fries they make here?
They stop your heart, then really make it beat,
Shall we be reasonable then, my dear?

Oh, what the hell--let's order half a steer
I guess we could take home what we don't eat.
Tomorrow is another day, I fear.

I'll pop a notch if I bend a bit too near,
That pot de creme was rich, perhaps effete--
Shall we be reasonable tomorrow then, my dear?
Tomorrow's challenge is the same, I fear.

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