Where's the Beef?
(I got the idea for this poem from those commercials that were made over 20
years ago. The elderly lady who starred in these commercials died in 1987.)
I ate a hamburger at a restaurant and I asked where's the beef?
The chef got mad and he made me swallow my teeth.
That chef's patience was very thin.
I'll never ask where's the beef again.
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