Of Food

Cake will tempt the Amply Fed;
What the Hungry want is Bread.

The Cat may look at a King, they say,
But rather would look at a Mouse at play.

S OME praise my Scarlet-berried Bittersweet,
While others ask me, “Is it Good to Eat?”

C OME not late when the Roast is Done.
Why should Seven wait for One?

The Cat that always wears Silk Mittens
Will catch no Mice to feed her Kittens.
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