I would like to cordially invite you to dinner.

 

Goblets filled with putrid blood,

 

Soup of bile and teeth,

 

What a scrumptious meal for such a sinner.

 

I must remind you, that it is formal.

 

Soufflé strung with hair and dusted with skin,

 

Salad dressed in mercury,

 

There is pepper, if you’d like.

 

I request that you do not invite another, for this is a private event.

 

The main course is simply exquisite, 

 

for it is your revolting, shriveled heart.

 

Guests are served first, of course.

 

I await your arrival with ambrosial anticipation.