Restaurant Order

Bring me

Just desserts please. I will

Skip the main course

And concentrate on ice cream

With high butter satisfaction

Mixed with sweet gleanings all

Piled high atop one

Crusty maple apple panacea drunk

With whipped custard and

Scented vanilla. Also

Bring me a bubble of wine please

Dark burgundy and aromatic

With a long stemmed smoked glass.

Bring me a mirror and the house phone

My lipstick is faded

From eating

I must speak to the chef and

Kiss him in gratitude, my

Lips and tongue

Black as licorice and colorless as anisette.

About Karen To and Fro

Everything you didn't want to know about me!
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