I strolled into a restaurant, and sat down at a table
I waited for a waiter, and I read what I was able
The menu was enlightening, although it was in Greek
I couldn't understand it all, or know how I should speak
I ordered some moussaka, and asked for fries with that
The waiter threw a plate at me, and said I was a prat
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An unexpected ending, fun read!