[Okay, Phaedrus, you asked for it. ]

She was Presenting Falsely

The falcon delivers food for four,
asks about coffee, if they'd like more:
not meeting her eyes,
one creep lies:
<I think we are content.>

So she turns away,
and the creep does say
that his cup is full,
but her blouse is not:
<Do you think she was wearing padding?>

Back in the kitchen,
she measures grounds and water,
brewing her revenge:
If the size matters,
let me use my largest pot.

The four shriek.

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