Would Be An Honour To Pull Up a Chair

Good evening Miss Becca, I do declare Would be an honour to pull up a chair Can we start with beetle hairs on toasted nettle shoots With your salad of rainchokes and fiddlehead roots Oh my so delic-ibus I might just have more Your taste in tucker is first class, I swear You sure you want me to sit right here Drinking sarspirella mixed with root beer Your liking for lardines caused some surprise Tossed with the tears from a whaleybone's eyes My whiskers are twitching with pleasure ….you see sharing your food, is a delight for me Dessert is just too much, I might give it a miss Sweet rasponion’s light as a feathers kiss Sitting here with you is such a delight Shall we discuss the bug situation all night So glad you asked me to pull up a chair Am mewwing so loud it’s almost a purr So big a tip of dol-yapper seeds All I did was supply your needs Thank you for asking me to sit there Purrfect tabbiness becos you care penned 7 May 2017