A Hundred Feet

One hundred feet

A hundred feet,
Lined up all neat,
Sat down to eat
And share a tweet

“Oh, what a treat!”
“It was quite sweet!”
“To cook, a feat!
This big red beet!”

They’d then compete,
Without deceit,
How quick the meat,
They could deplete!

A stationed fleet,
They’ve got no suite.
Took to the street
To flee the heat

But the Elite
Would smile discreet –
He had a seat
On cold concrete!

Now all replete,
Their meal complete,
Time to retreat
Those hundred feet.

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