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Asked for fresh trout from the menu Server brought it hot to my plate Pronto take it away, to my horror Two vile beady eyes stare at me And they do not look very pleased Should have stuck to pasta or soup Neither would dare to glare back Submitted this February, 2018

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Date: 2/26/2018 3:30:00 PM
LOL, no, I wouldn't fancy that, for sure! Lovely poem - had to read this to see what this form is like
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Date: 2/26/2018 11:12:00 PM
Thanks, Jack. Much appreciated.
Date: 2/26/2018 4:34:00 AM
This is so true Line! I cover the eyes with a napkin or lettuce leaf!
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Date: 2/26/2018 9:42:00 AM
Thank you, Nina. I see you'd developed a strategy. Very astute!
Date: 2/25/2018 10:51:00 PM
I can just picture the glare from the plate. Hilarious, truly. Enjoyed this kwansaba, Line. Well-done! :) gw
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Date: 2/26/2018 9:38:00 AM
Thank you so much, Gershon. Most appreciated.