Disappointed Diners - a Rhymed Remorse for a Rejected Course

Linda Ann Nickerson
The menu made it sound delicious,
But what they brought was simply vicious.
The food was cold, the meat too rare.
The vegetables were bland, I swear.

We flagged the waiter and sent it back.
The chef, he had a panic attack.
The plate returned with extra spice
And hair that seemed to belong to mice.

The meat was covered
with something gooey,
The vegetables looked quite mildewy.
The garnish resembled some kind of foam.
I paid the bill and ate at home.

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  • robritt10/2/2007

    I would have left and not paid the bill at all if I could not have eaten it. Gross, but a great poem about a lousy meal. *grin*

  • Lori Piper10/2/2007

    enjoyed this!!!!

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