Sendup
Can't Jamaica little speed?
I asked the waitress.
It's Chili outside and I'm Hungary.
I told you I'd have tagliatelle.
Canton that to fill my belly.
I thought I might have Turkey,
seeing as it's Christmas.
The cook said he Canada that
until next week.
What a freak!
Wine glasses here, Fullum up.
I prefer my tea in a China cup.
Austin will be joining me.
Ohio Loughlin, a friend Oswell.
That makes a table Fortree.
Silly me, Scotlands too.
I forgot about you.
Forgive my Eire Scot.
The waitress Wales to the Cook
"Strait, yet another mate."
Please sendup a plate.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2017
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