Two dozen red carnations in a faux crystal jug
Cuddly cushions meticulously scattered on the rug
His favorite song playing: "I'm love's biggest fool"
And a bowl of red cherries on a low leather stool
Three little flames in their polished candlesticks
A feast sitting in the oven, slowly cooking till six
And two tiny drops of arsenic in the jasmine tea
For my not-so-true love is coming to dine with me