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![]() Ode to the Mexican RestaurantSuppertime is here again Last night’s fish surely tasted metallic I want something zesty, not the traditional dish To stimulate my sensitive soft palate The Chinese meal transformed me into a wimp After inhaling the extremely hot mustard The Italian veal left me with a limp From the toxic desert that was passed off as custard So let us select a wise and excellent choice One you cannot, quite easily demean Let’s go celebrate and then all rejoice Let’s go visit, a genuine Mexican cuisine The hostess helps you to your seat Her English makes no sense Two weeks ago she was on a Mexican street Illegally crawling through a fence The waiter hoping for a tip Works hard and never relaxes He brings to you a margarita to sip “Drink Up!”, you’re also paying for his taxes Start with some salsa or a Mexican roll View the contrived, seedy Mexican ornaments The cook was removed by the Boarder Patrol For failing to provide any documents Choose the chicken flautas or the rich tangy beef I think I’ll order myself a burrito The sly Maitre Di’s English was a little too brief A striking resemblance to the Frito Bandito The fajitas of course, I had no remorse I forgot last night’s catastrophic cannelloni I ate the equivalent of an Aqueduct race horse With my Nicole Miller tie dipped into the guacamole “So come again, I hope you enjoyed the food So take this survey to efficiently rate us” It took a week for my stomach to be unglued Along with the constantly passing, of flatus Send this Whackocard to your friends! |