Le Dejuner, s’il vous plaît

Le Dejuner, s’il vous plaît (Dinner Please)
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What shall Madame enjoy tonight?
Smiling blue eyes and pearly whites,
Served on a fresh bed of firm washboard abs?

Or will it be sultry bad-boy mussels,
Smouldering in locked sexual tension,
Garnished with devilish bite-me attitude,
As an entrée, perhaps?

Perhaps her ladyship might prefer
A daring and deliciously dutiful servant,
Lashed with desire to serve your buds.

Then again, there is tonight’s special,
Lovingly cultivated SNAG stuffed with
Tender listening thyme, for the sweet palate,
It is a nice occasional change.

Of course, for sheer indulgence
There is always Femme a plaisir,
A delicate dish designed to sate,
A woman’s appetite as only one can.

Personally, I recommend
Our pedigree stud beef,
Bred in rich, lush pastures,
Basted delightfully in a smooth culture.
A completely refined, dancing after-taste
That lingers fondly in the memory.

Chef’s secret pièce de resistance,
Working class exotic tongue, brazed and lean,
A sustained, spiced surprise or two
Its lingering aftertaste is exquisitely memorable,
Satisfaction guaranteed.

Should Madame be peckish or undecided,
She may wish to sample a dual serve or trio of styles,
Sure to take one well into the evening,
The house specialty and a most complete sensation,
Indeed.

Dessert is magnificent,
Delightful, Jamaican smooth chocolate,
Served flambé, intoxicating
Designed as the ultimate experience,
It may spoil your palate for lesser meals.

The house is here to serve
At Madame’s direction,
For your predeliction.
Would you care to order now?
Or shall I wait once more,
For Madame’s call?

As always, I am at your disposal.