Strange Restaurant
I said, 'I’ll take the T-bone steak.'
A soft voice mooed, ‘Oh wow.’
And I looked up and realized
The waitress was a cow.
I cried, 'Mistake—forget the the steak.
I’ll take the chicken then.'
I heard a cluck—'twas just my luck
The busboy was a hen.
I said, 'Okay no, fowl today.
I’ll have the seafood dish.'
Then I saw through the kitchen door
The cook—he was a fish.
I screamed, 'Is there anyone workin’ here
Who’s an onion or a beet?
No? Your’re sure? Okay then friends,
A salad’s what I’ll eat.'
They looked at me. ‘Oh, no,’ they said,
‘The owner is a cabbage head.’
