Would Not Be Served Poem by Ima Ryma

Two sandwiches did leave a bar.
A very angry look each had.
They both were upset insofar
As their experience they thought bad
At how they had been treated in
That bar by the bartender who
Refused service to their chagrin.
Leave the place was all they could do.
Their brows were arched, their mouths in scowl,
As they made their way down the street.
That bartender had been most foul,
And at both of them, this did eat.

They felt the bartender quite rude,
Telling them he did not serve food.