The Menu Poem by James McLain

Is a reparation prepared in
daily dietetic feeds
needing scholars in tweed.
Blushed hands beet face
swollen feet would I serve
monosodiumglutimate to
keep orders fresh in false
modesties busts in oysters
sauce prepared from bays
landlocked.
Chefs groan complain effort
is palate not received with
smorgasbord's delight to eye
on plate always you wash a lip.
Menu changes almost daily
for your dietetic feed a rejection
refund bleeds in front of mummys
need to staunch the burning oven
that oven is you, smoken red jacket.