Friday, February 16, 2007

Restaurant Critic

Who authorized this mealy piece of meat?
Did someone set the appetizers by,
Expecting somehow time would not just fly,
But heal the gristle? I would leave my seat
To storm the kitchen, but I think my feet
Have been affected by the food. My eye
Has been assaulted by that piece of pie,
Too awful to be looked at, much less eat.

I think I'd like to see the management,
Perhaps the owner. Maybe he can tell
From what cliff these absurd vegetables fell.
Trying this diner was improvident:
My dreadful meal has left me indolent,
But otherwise I'd certainly raise hell.

1 Comments:

Blogger Michael said...

Another fine, fine poem, my friend. I might be tempted to recite this that my next sub-par dining experience.

11:45 AM  

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