Eat with Pete
Nobody wants to eat with Pete
who dines on plates of pickled feet.
Nobody wants to chew with Sue,
who slurps a stinky scarab stew.
Nobody wants to feast with Trish
with fried fillets of fetid fish.
Nobody wants to sit with Sid
whose lunch includes a living squid.
That’s how it happens normally,
and still, nobody eats with me.
My fare, you’ll find, is finer food,
but no-one’s even half as rude.