The Story of My Uniform

It's in a turtle soup shop where I'm employed It's my duty to cook vomit-inducing soup turtle which no decent human palate could stand; a horrid job and a salary which is even worse, an insult to my brilliant overdeveloped mind; Not to mention the iniquitous schedule, though there's something much worse: the appalling uniform which is an insult to a nonfrivolous mind like mine; and in no way instrumental in contributing to social elegance but a pathological attack on good taste and gumption! a distorted regurgitation of undigested food for thought! A lavender cup with the grotesque company logo! The unsightly checked fuchsia and gray pants! And to top it all: a striped khaki and purple poncho! My odious uniform! Imported from Togo! A lovely idea had the company's honcho! An idea that my Togolese friend rejects! I hug him! I look up to him! 'Cause he abhors both poncho and honcho! Cripes! Yikes! Dinner's ready! Yucky turtle soup I shall regurgitate!