50. The Importunate Guest

W HENE'ER I dine at home I know that you
Will surely take offence if not invited;
I verily believe you'd run me through
Did you perceive my kitchen fire was lighted;
Pray let me off this once, this once eschew
Your greed, 'tis truly dreadful when excited;
No longer at my kitchen chimney spy,
But let my cook elude your eagle eye.
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Martial
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