I ate a paella on the eighth day, Ada,
made by a lady I mistook for French;
I paid a shy maid so she’d bake the paella
but my nates ache and I’m trying to clench!
I pray I could trade it for aged cabernet,
or hated soufflé would do in a pinch!
Yea, I stayed away from the cafe buffet –
now Hades is raging and it’s got a stench!