Damn you, you mother of maggots.
From pate en croute to soused courgette with chévre et brioche;
From sardines escabéche to the wild rabbit farci.
Finally to the whiskey caramel crème…
I have watched you defile my feast with your presence.
If I were only a bit more sober I would have ended your life with a smack,
leaving only a red spot on the tablecloth.