Small Servings

'I'm having the children for dinner', she meant it quite literally a combination of the old woman in the shoe and Red Riding Hood's wolf she was a peach most days, til her blood lust went array, still a humanitarian in some ways, when it came to small-fry stew she'd never cook up more than two, gracious enough to ring up the parents to inform them how well-seasoned their children inexplicably were, subsequently invited them for dessert yet, she would never dine on anyone over three - - hardly tender enough to whet one's appetite, when they arrived told mum and dad the kids had gone yonder for a quick dip, proceeded to serve up sugar and spice and everything nice on a fresh bed of snips and snails and puppy dog tails Bon Appetit Trick or Treat