The restaurant was classy,
I didn’t feel right.
My clothes were un-ironed,
my hair was a fright.
You gave me a menu
and asked me to choose.
The soup and the lamb
and for pudding the mousse.
The soup was asparagus,
or so the man said,
“now hang on there mister,
I think we’ve been had!
Asparagus is green, or so I’ve been told,
this slop is scarlet
and it’s bloody well cold!
The lamb isn’t done,
I heard a faint bleat,
it’s wool is still present
and I swear I see feet!”
Time for the pudding,
how could you go wrong?
A nice fluffy mousse...
are you sure it should pong?
“now I don’t like to moan,
and I hate to be rude,
this junk you are serving
wouldn’t pass as dog food!”
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Written February 25th, 2006
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LOL This is wonderfully done, very cute and a pleasure to read. Great job here and good luck
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made me laugh....great write...hope you win..dougie..
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really witty
Brilliant Vicky I hope you do well in the contest Im sure you will cause this is a lovely poem and it is really funny to.Im glad you've taken the time to read my stuff I really look farward to your comments.Thanks for taking time out for me I'm truely greatful. -
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hahahaha this is great! it flowed so well, good luck
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