The deviled eggs on my legs smell
Of the half-elves from hell that have sprung from their shell
To quell the chaos between summer and Christmas
A potato salad lad rides off to rescue his dad
From the hand of Galahad’s wistless love
Crushing a dove into a pie
Just to eat its rind
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