A Dictionary Prompt

The imbroglio between egos
was served with raw oysters;
How smashing
The New York literary scene was.
In May 1925, of course.

Perhaps it was Zelda 
Who ate the egos
until way past midnight.
Leaving the writers
without paper
The paper without pens
And all of the oysters 
On the half-shells
spoiled on beds of wilted lettuce.

One can never have
too many Pickle forks,
Darling
Or real pearls
To go with them. 
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