Resturant stuff

Excuse me waiter! Can I trouble you for a moment
See, there's a little more than a hair in my soup

There's a hand in my steak
There's a foot in my salad
There's a nose in my baked potato
And my date says there an ear in her water

The people at table five were fine at first
They talked of light and airy things
Everything was fine until 5 minutes ago
When they threw a cat towards our booth

The thing that really did it
Wasn't the body parts in our food
Or the cat haters across the room
But rather the chef who made our food

And thought it witty to expose himself

I don't believe I shall visit here again
Nothing seemed to go quite right
Even now, this place seems to offend
SIR, WILL YOU PLEASE GET OFF MY LAP?!