Multitasking single mother
Slaving away in this hell
Unanticipated events occur
To the tune of the dinner bell
It happens so quickly, so fast
Some jerk doesn’t leave a tip
And it’s S.O.L. for his sorry ass
Into the boiling pot he dips
They’ll put anything in their intestines
As I serve their sick, gluttonous sins
Bringing the check I can't hold back a grin
For the fortune reads: “That wasn’t Chicken”
Author notes
credit artist: meat service by Heile
enjoy.
A contest entry
- Art by Heile #8 by Tattboyspet.
475 points, ended June 9, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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roflmao! brilliant!
thank you for your entry
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