Mcnasty's Greasy Spoon Restaurant Poem by John Bliven Morin

Please do yourself a healthy boone;
Avoid McNasty’s Greasy Spoon!
Enter with care for the approach is
Covered with garbage, ants and roaches!

He tenderizes each cut of meat
By stomping on it with filthy feet,
Then calls his cook, Ol’ Dirty Davey,
Who chews tobacco to make the gravy!

The “sesame seeds” baked on his bread
Are fleas from a dog that he found dead.
He also uses fleas for pepper
(An idea from his cook, a leper) .

See how your spaghetti squirms!
(It’s only talcum stuck to worms)
The meatballs, no surprise, taste bitter
He found them in some kitty litter.

What’s on that pizza isn’t cheese
It got there from McNasty’s sneeze.
Those aren’t all oysters in the stew,
McNasty’s cook coughed up a few.

Mrs. McNasty’s able to fetch up
Once a month, her special ketchup.
When patrons barf, he just laughs louder:
“Scoop that up, tomorrow’s chowder! ”

Copyright (C) 1975,2003 by John Bliven Morin,
writing as Blithian