There is a beautiful woman
down the street.
She owns the cafe,
known for her delightful treats.
No one knew more-
But she led a secret life
through the entrance of the moor.

Unsuspecting guests
filing in one by one like hungry ants.
A table filled with fine wines and dines-
They faked chivalry-
Saying "no!"-
But she insisted with her beautiful face,
Saying "yes!"
And after a quick say of grace,
they proceeded to stuff their face
with yesterday's kill.