by | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Sandra’s steak was chewy
The waiter said “what’s that”
Sandra said “it’s terrible
I wouldn’t feed it to my cat”

The manager came over and
Gave Sandra a big wink
He said “sorry about that madam
Please have a nice free drink.”

Then we had the Quiz night,
The answers were flowing fast
Did you beat the locals?
No we were next to last.

Michael said we were the last
But no need to rave and rant

The ticket I got in the raffle
Won a potted plant.


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