Dinner For One.

Actually, a Banquet at The Asters.  Very nicely appointed, that;

Crepe-paper petals furled, curled, some relaxing after

The passing storm like a perm after a shower.

And what will you be having, my little Popillia – nectar perhaps?  No?

Just some sparkling water and a bite:

Try not to make too much of a mess, Dear;

Your reputation is already

In the shitter.