0020 Finger Lickin' Blood - Poem by Michael Shepherd
At Wendy's Restaurant in San Jose,
a woman 'found' a finger, rather illy
hidden in her bowl of chilli.
The management's reaction -
and this is just no laugh -
is irony in action:
they've had to cut the staff.
The Prosecutor's hinted -
though the amputee's not found -
the culprit has been fingered,
with the evidence...to hand...
but suspicion's bound to linger
and fingers sure to point -
did rivals have a finger
in cutting down this joint?
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