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Eaters Beware

I own a fast food restaurant and it's called Randy's Place. The Health Department found 117 violations, it's a disgrace. When the Health Department graded my restaurant, it got a big fat F. Most people won't eat here anymore, I have very few customers left. I serve unclean meat and flat Coca-Cola. My food has caused 500 cases of Ebola. When customers are served fries, their orders include fried flies. Please keep this a secret or my restaurant will be shut down. But people really will be better off if it is no longer around. (This is a fictional poem)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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