Microbes' Revenge

Broccoli and blsiteringly crisp chicken chips, spruced with taut tomato slices damn fresh, the onions were discs of pungent pleasure, the sauces were all exceedingly well done, I went overboard and got a fat stock in, masticated and in I began to wait, for the heavenly satisfaction to set in, it was the platter that was to blame, the microbes that were on picnicking atop, got inside with broccoli et al, they were unhappy that I had dared, to have their habitat shared, they worked their way deep inside, before everything stolen was turned outside.