(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />You keep sending your food back because you aren't satisfied. <br />If you send it back just once more, we are going to step outside. <br />You say that my food stinks but you don't realize that I'm a great chef. <br />My meals have caused food poisoning but they've caused no deaths. <br />You said that your bacon was burned and your eggs were runny. <br />I'm going to kick you in the crotch and you won't think it's funny. <br />You keep complaining about your meals, nobody likes a whiner. <br />You say that I cook worse than that chef who owned Mel's diner. <br />I'm getting pissed because of the meals that you return. <br />I hold the worlds record for food that causes heartburn.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/returning-food/
