Hold The Mayo Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm at my fav'rite place to eat.
My fav'rite hostess does seat me.
She tells me I'm in for a treat.
The special is a meat to be
A very fresh catch of the day.
The hostess brings a menu to
List the buffet that's on display.
Eager to order, so I do.
On the hostess, they crawl about,
Varied size, some old, some young,
Delicious bunch of bugs, no doubt.
One by one I zap with my tongue.

At lunch we have a dialogue,
My hostess flower with this frog.