The Chopsquirrley Restaurant
Welcome she said with a chopsquirrely grin.
I was entranced, and enthralled, and I quickly ran in.
We have puddings, cakes, omelets, hamburgers too.
What can we bring little ‘ole you?
Immediately at ease, I looked around at their chrome.
The restaurant was spotless, and I felt quite at home.
Tenderloin and fries, I told this beauty with a wink.
Having no idea what was back in the back in the sink.
For they chopsquirrel you here, when you do not suspect
They are creeping up behind you with an axe at your neck.
They knock you out senseless with the very first blow.
Now I know why this is a restaurant where others don’t go….
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