PetitFors Man
The little man upon my plate,
Lay still amid the jus,
My knife drew back across his waist,
And sliced it's cold way through.
I woke, startled and confused,
Light seeping through the gloom,
What cause could their be for this?
Aha! T’was the full moon.
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