Please come away with me to dine,
To feast on oysters & quaff gold wine,
At table garbed in stiff linen of white,
We´ll while away gentle hours tonight.
We´ll feast off fine china sprigged in rose,
Beneath the table, our toes touching toes,
With starched napkin, you´ll dab your red lip,
From the finest crystal, you shall daintily
sip.
When we´ve supped replete from silver spoon,
And exchanged snuffed candle for golden moon,
We shall waltz back home to our sweet loving
bed,
With stars in our eyes & “that” tune in
our heads.
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