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)
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