It's not even midnight yet and
I've just enjoyed a creme brulee.
It's a specialty of the house
don't you know and
I don't mean to pry but
what do you intend to do with that
rapier wit, that yellow heart that quarrel, that quandry?
It remains to be seen.
I've just ordered another creme brulee.
Funny thing that French upon french
all for want of a fine dessert finished fine
in the end by the end of a kitchen torch.
And that in itself, such a thing to be had
in the commonest of public rooms such a weapon
of low regard and high purpose to be the imbiblicled
verse in a high-flame poem.
I've just enjoyed a creme brulee.
Goodnight, oh good night.