Don't miss this opportunity;
Turn up, but thirsty, hungry,

And sit and wait till you get
Whichever poem in the plate

I offer myself to you to eat
And it'll be as sweet as a treat.

Don't leave the seat after one;
The next poem will be given

In a new flavour, new colour
And to gobble it you'll be eager;

"Wow! How sumptuous," you'll say,
We've fallen for them; we're much gay".