Byob
I love to find an eatery
Which beckons with B.Y.O.B.
For when I’m going out to dine,
It’s nice to bring my favorite wine.
They may assess a corkage fee,
A wont with which I disagree,
But that won’t serve to undermine
The welcome in their grand design.
Yet if I fess up, truthfully,
B.Y.O.B. appeals to me
Because a bottle that is mine
Will likely cost $6.99!
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