Whose Party
Grace to the feet that frees
the nose that sniffs
and the eyes that sees.
Banquet, is it?
Bet the foods are free
Trust, they come in three;
Chocolate cakes, fresh of the fresh
Crumb breads, hot from the crest
Golden gooses, gift from Dante's inferno.
A step at a time;
I will have my seat
have my fill
and before I have my leave
I will ask,
'whose party is it'?
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