Fondue

They gathered round to have fondue And share a bit of fun, To eat and drink and laugh a lot And watch the setting sun. The rules were clear to one and all. You must not let your bread Fall from your fork into the cheese, Unless the price is paid Of taking off a bit of clothes To make up for the sin Of being such a clumsy soul Who lets the bread fall in. So knowing this, you just might think The diners would show care In how they used their forks That night to not end up quite bare, But if you watched you might observe A funny little shake, As friends would make the bread fall in And daring chances take.