“Salty and sweet anyone?” Gun Roswell

Bread, made of whole rye
All so healthy, and that’s just fine
Cheese, of the lightest of kind
On top a few onions, and maybe some wine

Food, disappearing off the plate
What was fully stacked has now been ate
If you dared to arrive really late
Then nothing for you, but a hungry state

After all has been consumed
There remains only one more thing to do
When the colour plate forward is brought
Everyone digging in, as it was everything they sought

Bonbons yummy, with liquorice and chocolate hidden inside
Trying them equally for all to divide
But when you think it’s your turn, all but one gone
So, only thing to do, is go and get some more