Gourmet's Opinion
In any argumentation,
none is as unanswerable
as every diner's opinion;
you gush about that chilled champagne,
to my uninitiated taste buds
it's but some bottled, sugared rain;
and you adore sturgeon caviar,
to my naive, unschooled palate,
a salty lump of clay with tar;
no debate in the agendum,
in matters of taste there's no dispute,
de gustibus non disputandum!
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