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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

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