Anticipation has honed our appetite
To a fine edge. We eagerly await
The attendance of tremulous maidens
Who set plates of immaculate whiteness
Upon which meat may be discerned, within
A pattern of exotic vegetables.
We are amazed, and summon forth the chef
Who blanches whiter than his hat, and yet
We are unforgiving, issue commands
And his head shortly appears before us.
A rumour, like the lightening of hearts
Goes round the court: the king dines well this night.