A frank affection seldom stirs
The gossips to inject their spurs;
Their appetites will quickly pall
Since all their news in know to all.
But things concealed behind closed doors
Are food and drink to savage bores,
Confections dark and rich to bless
Their vigour of inventiveness.
Potential victims, if they cower,
Contrive to give the gossips power.
No law on earth dictates we dine
At tables laid to lavish swine.
(1984)
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