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.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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