Taste buds

Refined taste buds.

She was an expert in ballet,
Her husband was in a billet.

Her favourite food was cutlet,
When it was made from fillet;

There was no need for a mallet!
The cutlets cooked on the skillet,

Went down smoothly in the gullet!
As smoothly as the bread pallet,

Or food cooked with tiny millet,
And the taste bud tickling mullet.

It was time for her to hit her pallet;
She prayed for sweet dreams minus bullet!