Midnight Dinner Party

Midnight Dinner Party
by me(whatever)
to Beautiful world

Is it time to eat?
The guests moan and groan.
The tenth month, last day
a midnight dinner party.

The table is elaborately set,
the spoon and fork lay side by side.
with a choice of 20 different knives,
the guests will be pleased!

The birds in the cage to the corner,
cry out in agony for their lives.
Ah, their screams are music to his ears,
and the cook smiles in his song.

"Eat me,
stab me,
roast me,
carve me out of my skin.
pluck my feathers
drain my juice
once your rightly seasoned, then we may begin!"

The tall ones, the short ones,
all will take part in his dish.
The gong rings throughout the hall,
as the company takes their seats.

What will it be this time?
The green one can't hold back his drool.
Oh, and look
the tall one is taking his nightly tea.

The woman pile in through the wooden doors,
each face hidden by the brims of their hats.
The one with too many limbs,
is having trouble getting in the velvet chair.

I'm afraid the bread crumbs were eaten
dear, lost children.
Served ornaments on their platters,
the waiters grin as they carry them in.

Utensil against glass,
a ringing for a small, short speech from Mister Host,
"Good evening, my friends,
enjoy your sup as you may."

209 guests take up their appetite,
digging in with unbalanced relish.
legs and arms, fingers and ears
disappear into their mouths.

The lips burned into "O's",
Our neighbor Chameleon prefers them.
Oh, and don't forget Aunties soup,
with the chunks not properly sliced.

It's a happy gathering company,
the chatting and chewing flow.
The cages in the corner lie empty,
and drunk Mrs. Pumpkin starts to dance.

The dessert is small raisin cakes,
filled inside with jellied frogs.
The guests pat their bellies,
and sigh self-satisfied.

It's the Midnight dinner party,
and the visitors stand and leave.
The cook surveys his kitchen,
ordering the servants to clean the walls.

They throw the skulls out the backdoor,
bones to the vultures.
The children scream out,
echoing across the unlit stones.

It's the Midnight dinner party.