Bad Sushi Poem by Ted Sheridan
Bad Sushi
Someone please inform the Chef
The eel was a little tough, almost as tough as the rice
The shrimp smelled like an old lover of mine
Who had forgotten to remove her diaphragm
And the fish...forget about it..
Even the Sake asked to be excused from the table.....
Sake would save the situation..and no..Bad, bad Chef, should be a samurai. A.
Geez. what a night and not even Sake to save it......no Sake, no good......I repeat, You are a Hoot Ted.....Nothing to erase the 'bad taste.' marci.xo
Nothing fishy about this sweetheart.... :) t x
Ever thought of getting a job as a critic? This would put Dorothy Parker to shame. Brilliant. love, Allie xxxxx
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5/9/2024 11:30:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
a quick rumor about what is going on in sushi across the border, no single fish is safe to grow