Lunch At Hung Chow's Poem by Clyde King

Ate lunch at Hung Chow's diner.
My stomach did not like it!
Got sick on rice that smelled like mice,
Spent evening in recliner.

The food refused to stay down.
I felt quite discommoded.
Each time I hurled
My tongue unfurled
My drawers they did turn brown.

Salmonella ain't no joke,
Believe me you don't want it
Your insides churn
Like Hell does burn
From acid hydrochloric.

If you get an itch for sushi,
Don't order from this dump,
General T'Sao's chicken
Ain't finger lock-in'
You'll need your stomach pumped!

December 2010