Where is my tithe of young men? Bring them to my dining table. Line them up, there's a heartbreak quota I must reach.
Make them shy and inexperienced. Make them willing. Make them enamoured of me.
For I've an appetite for cruelty this morning, and I like my hearts sunny-side-up.
50-word-decree by HRH Lisa Falzon
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