Waiter! I am most disgusted!
“Waiter! I am most disgusted!
I ordered chocolate sponge with custard.
This looks like lumpy porridge, crusted
With blobs of icing sugar dusted
And raisins and burnt seeds clustered.
It looks as if it has combusted!
Look at my order! Please adjust it!”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the waiter blustered.
He saw the man was getting flustered
And knew the chef could not be trusted.
He’d tried to reason and discussed it,
“The meals you cook will get us busted!
When diners order sponge with custard
You cannot serve them mash with mustard.”
I ordered chocolate sponge with custard.
This looks like lumpy porridge, crusted
With blobs of icing sugar dusted
And raisins and burnt seeds clustered.
It looks as if it has combusted!
Look at my order! Please adjust it!”
“I’m sorry, sir,” the waiter blustered.
He saw the man was getting flustered
And knew the chef could not be trusted.
He’d tried to reason and discussed it,
“The meals you cook will get us busted!
When diners order sponge with custard
You cannot serve them mash with mustard.”
This poem is copyright (©) Morna Sullivan 2024
About the Writer
Morna Sullivan
Morna Sullivan has always had a love of stories and has been reading and writing stories and poems since she could read and write. She is a member of the Coney Island Writers Group and a SCWBI member regularly attending the Belfast chapter meetings. She has recently taken over as SCBWI Regional Advisor (Ireland) leading a team of volunteers supporting children’s writers and illustrators across Ireland.
