Write a four line poem about: fine dining.
Sold out of loaves today, was only left with some baguettes, epis, cinnamon buns, butter tarts, and macaroons at closing time.
Feeling quite ready to enjoy a few days off.
Honey, this is amazing!
Wherever did you get the cash?
My darling, it's quite simple...
Have you heard of a dine and dash?