Limerick Lament
There was a waitress named Sonya,
That the bosses were really quite fonda,
But whenever she sneezed,
The customers weren't pleased,
Cause she''d always spill coffee on ya.
One such customer's name was Gill,
He'd just about had his fill,
When she returned with the urn,
He claimed he was burned,
And refused to pay his bill.
Now Gill's wife's name was Sue Beck
And she started giving him heck,
She thought Gill a poop,
And she gave him the boot,
So the boss up and paid her check.
So Sue Beck was happy as was the boss,
But Gill was burnt with integrity lost,
So he went back home and picked a bone,
And that's when his bags were tossed.
Now the moral of this story is scary,
and pertains to any Tom, Gill or Harry,
If you burn your torso, just go with the flow,
and be wary of the woman you marry!
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