Potatoes are cold, with too much salt
everyone hopes the green isn’t a fault.
The gravy has lumps, the flour didn’t cook
maybe the chef didn’t follow the book.
The bird when sliced, oozes blood red
a vet might bring back it from the dead.
Stuffing with runny raw eggs, is too wet
only the dog won’t be sick, I bet.
The ginger in the cake is too much by far,
nothing was added from the sugar jar.
Today together everyone, we all are
we’ve come from near and from far.
Happy oldsters and youngsters will be
with each other, a joy to see.
Bad meals
Montage from web.
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