When I ordered chicken salad
And they brought me Irish stew
I ate it most politely
No fuss what could I do?
I didn’t want to make a scene
There’s clearly some mistake
Last time I ordered chicken soup
They served me cherry cake
The problem seems a simple one
Speak out don’t be afraid
The waitress for our table
Needs a blooming hearing aid
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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I've got one and I know the problem. It is amazing how the words get taken the wrong way. My sister asked for plates, and I said I hadn't any grapes. It is very annoying when one can't get it right. This was a fun read. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX