Ph: Life: Hey Waiter, There's A Guy In My Soup! Poem by Brian Johnston

There’s a guy in my soup sir
This is really quite lame,
There’s a guy in my soup sir
But he won’t give his name.

He was not on the menu
When I first placed my order
And I have my suspicions
He’s from south of the border.

It’s a quality issue
And your rep will soon tarnish
I am not even sure if
He is protein or garnish.

Oh my God did you hear?
Now he claims my soup’s his!
He discovered it! Wow!
This guy’s lost all his fizz.

Makes you wonder how he
Ever thought this would float
For no ocean would pass
Such a lunatic’s boat.

There’s a guy in my soup
Let me tender this reason
When his ancestors crossed
In-bred royalty’s season.