A Tale of Kosher Shrimp

Hymie Frankel sat in a restaurant in the courtyard of a mall Hymie was aware for sure that the fare wasn’t kosher at all The Rabbi of Hymie’s synagogue just happened to walk past When he noticed where Hymie was he let out an awful gasp Hymie, friend, what’s eating you You know you mustn’t dine here ‘Now don’t you fret, Rabbi Cohen There’s nothing whatsoever to fear’ ‘You’ve seen me order, have you not?’ ‘Yes, I have, but what’s that got—’ ‘And you’ve seen me eat the shrimp they brought?’ ‘Yes, I have. That’s why I’m so hot—’ ‘Then, good! You’ll surely agree with the court’s decision ~ I’m dining under strict Rabbinic supervision!’