The Restaurant Health Inspection
The Restaurant Health Inspection
By Elton Camp
For the manager of the Greasy Spoon
The health inspector came too soon
The employees heard him say, “Eek!”
Then, “You aren’t due until next week!”
The inspector, with a wry grin
Proceeded to walk right on in
The manager turned pale in his face
Knowing his cafe was a disgrace
Mice were scurrying everywhere
With their dropping here and there
The dishwasher water wasn’t hot
And the cabbage was about to rot
The refrigerator read sixty degrees
Filthy floors were worse than these
Roaches were nibbling food on a plate
The milk was past its expiration date
The restrooms didn’t have any soap
As for hot water, that’s also a nope
“It’s too bad for you that I came around
For this place is officially shut down!”
“Tell your customers now to leave
And that no bill will they receive”
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