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Soup should be heralded with a mellow horn, / Blowing clear notes of gold against the stars; / Strange entrees with a jangle of glass bars / Fantastically alive with subtle scorn; / Fish, by a plopping, gurgling rush of waters, / Clear, vibrant waters, beautifully austere; / Roast, with a thunder of drums to stun the ear, / A screaming fife, a voice from ancient slaughters!
Over the salad let the woodwinds moan; / Then the green silence of many watercresses; / Dessert, a balalaika, strummed alone; / Coffee, a slow, low singing no passion stresses; / Such are my thoughts as -- clang! crash! bang! -- I brood / And gorge the sticky mess these fools call food!