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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dialogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">DIALOGUE<br>'Prior, I'm sure you'll agree, <br>though external beauty, <br>be but dermal, no higher, <br>sea sole, fowl from my fryer <br>prior approval would see, <br>should assuage thy belly! <br>Wine, fine spirits as well! '<br>When his menu he'd sell<br>.<br>Answered D in return: <br>'As my guest you will turn<br>in V.I.P. suite sweet<br>prior approval must meet, <br>meat and mince in mint sauce. <br>course with nothing too coarse <br>beet none other may beat<br>eat so bring your two feet <br>for feat rich to earn<br>all your stomach could yearn.'<br>.<br>'Pause not, for your paws <br>can crunch boiled lobster claws, <br>liken lichen to green<br>lettuce, let us to scene<br>be seen to add chili<br>unheard of in Chile<br>You will find my cuisine <br>tasty delicate lean<br>Mourn tomorrow morn 'cause <br>woke from dream by crow caws.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">./.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Replied brother in C. <br>'To mistake, maître D.<br>sole for soul as you tell, <br>augurs almost of Hell, <br>Lucifer's clause, roast fire. <br>But you've just found a buyer! <br>Mind your spirits stay well<br>when your fishes indwell, <br>for indulgence you'll fee<br>should they foul prove to be.'.<br>.<br>'In your inn no heartburn<br>' would I feel, tummy churn, <br>I your guest guessed jest fleet<br>owing naught to conceit. <br>There must be no remorse<br>or complaint made, perforce<br>slender maid with round seat<br>may my table serve, mete? <br>Taking cue I'll queue, learn, <br>take time thyme to discern.'.<br>.<br>'Sure your rays from far shores<br>may raise hope, reassures <br>that your servings have been<br>tasty like runner bean<br>fresh not stored in fridge chilly<br>nor prepared by hillbilly, <br>hoard horde teem scarce serene<br>might your team's great tureen<br>take by storm, raw's cooked, roars<br>'soon consuming your stores! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Author notes<br>25 December 1977 revised 2 April 2009<br>robi3_0145_robi3_0000 WXX_JMX<br>for previous version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crew that maître d'hôtel Replied Brother in C.: <br>to fat friar far from cell ‘To mistake, maître D.<br>‘Prior, I’m sure you’ll agree, sole for soul as you tell, <br>though external beauty augurs almost of Hell, <br>be but dermal, no higher, Satan’s roasting coal fire.<br>sole or fowl from my fryer But you’ve just found a buyer! <br>would assuage thy belly! Mind your spirits stay well<br>Then to accompany, - when your fishes indwell, <br>wind, fine spirits as well.’ for indulgence you’ll fee<br>When his menu he’d sell. should fowl foul prove to be! ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© Jonathan Robin Poem written 25 December 1977</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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'Prior, I'm sure you'll agree, 
though external beauty, 
be but dermal, no higher, 
sea sole, fowl from my fryer 
prior approval would see, 
should assuage thy belly! 
Wine, fine spirits as well! '
When his menu he'd sell
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