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

Or real pearls to go with them. 

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