Ha Ha! It`s an imagination table.
"A What?"
One brings to the table what can be imagined.
The down side is one has to write it down here!
Remco, would imagine ice-creams,
and rushed off his feet Benno, a buying them.
" Keep e`m coming Son."
Dalibor, lots of Boooooooze!
" Surely packets of crisps too?"
The dog, long streams of sausages to crackle a lick and bite upon.
"i think Gunnar has shown all the food on facebook!"
What would I imagine? O`,yes a Giant Grovel-Hog Roast!
"Specially served up upon a rotating spike placed in the centre of the table."
" spin,and tear a hogfull off and chew!"
" I ain`t got any teeth."
" That`s OK,BB, the dog can chew yours before serving it."
"Yuck!" BB