| A sweet disorder in the dressing
Kindles in food a wantonnessing;
A bun about the burgers thrown
Into a fine distraction;
An erring lettuce, which here and there
Enthrals the growling stomacher;
A sauce neglectful, and thereby
ketchup to flow confusedly;
A spilling salt, deserving note,
Into the rumpled sandwich tote;
A careless side dish, in whose fries
I see a wild ed'bility:
Do more bewitch me, than when meals
Are too precise in their appeals.
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