My Regards To the Chef

Here's a tale about a squirrel named Jeff That just had a mind of his own See, the problem was he was lazy And he just wouldn't leave us alone Now, he didn't gather nuts for winter Like all of the other squirrels did Nope, he waited til we all left the room Then climb in our cabinet, where he hid He would eat our planters peanuts That we bought from the grocery store We tried everything to keep him away But he just kept coming back for more So one day I finally caught him And I put that rodent in a cage That squirrel was going absolutely nuts I mean he was really in a rage Now, my wife wasn't happy, at all The way he kept eating all our food She said," I don't care if it is a squirrel, He doesen't have to be that rude" Well, it was getting mighty close to supper time And I thought, "Where am I gonna put this at? So my wife said, "Don't you worry about a thing, Cause I'll take care of that" So, a lttle while later, she brought the food And I said, "Hey, what did you do with Jeff?" She said, "Don't worry, he won't bother us anymore, Now, eat you meat, and give your regards to the chef" No Squirrels were injured or eaten during the writing of this poem