A tale of a table | Once there was a table | with many spanned cells
But that table was very depressed | as it had no margins, paddings or borders to paint

A tale of a table II | But one day, a mage came a long, and offered to help the little table. | But as we know magicans, each gift has a price attached.
The table did not listen to the warnings, all it wanted were some borders. | and so it promised to do anything as long as it gets some fancy borders for its cells.