Ahh, hello Miss EpicQuester,
Don't leave the body, it may fester,
I'm not very funny, so hire a jester,
Who's job it is to pester,
But your soup made from Flaming Goes,
Is that not what you chose?,
One body, minus the clothes,
With a garnish made from rose,
Also, waiter is actually unis**,
Ask them when you're using cheques,
Its actually pretty complex,
Mmmm, a soup made from T-rex,
Waiter, waiter in my soup there's a cat,
It's wearing a feathered hat,
Weilding a large cricket bat,
Swinging it at a rat.
Please, oh please, do something about it,
Oh else I may have a fit,
Or else this restaurant I shall quit,
That's the poem that I submit.
If you only do what you can do, you will never be more than you are now.
31-Mar-2014 21:02:46