Don'T Have the Special!

(This is a fictional poem) I had the special at a diner here in Tennessee. When I learned what I was eating, I tossed my cookies. I was eating some kind of tough stew. It was chewy and it tasted bad too. When I asked the chef what was in the stew, I couldn't believe what he said. He said he put horse meat in it and I vomited. When I puked, I made a decision that wasn't great. I cussed out this chef who weighs 250 pounds and stands six feet eight. After he beat the hell out of me, he used my body to wipe the puke off the floor. You'd better believe it when I tell you that I'm not eating there anymore.