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Forgive Slightly Poor Services

Their food was clearly salty But their drinks sweetly malty, Their service rather faulty, But they weren't at all haughty; Yes, Owner's son was bossy, Yet, had sounded not saucy, In the end, meals not a wretch, Since, we aren't likely to retch And all we'd asked for they did fetch, Sure making hands they did stretch Therefore, let's not cruelly try To their victorious looks fry With either angering coughs Or seeming The much Pissed - Off... For another hoped Food Call. When it's a much smart hall.

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