The feast in feast or famine

[diamondsword]

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen
Socks!

Think of dogbites and beestings, now;
Think of feeling sad;
Just remember a few of those favorite things
So as to maybe feel bad.

Oh, the agony.
Oh, the anguish.
Of deciding,
From a feast,
What to have for dinner.

For your stomach is smaller than the whole offering,
And you,
Well,
You didn't expect to have to pick and choose.