Tim

 

There once was a manager, Tim,
Who chose to, one day, (on a whim)
Expedite poorly,
Address the cooks sorely,
And keep his face steadfastly grim.


The place was quite busy that day,
And Tim didn’t like it that way.
He locked the front door
And loudly he swore
To the customers: “Please go away!”


The customers ate their dismay,
Tipped well as they got up to pay,
And as they all left,
(Broke, hungry, bereft)
He said to them: “Have a nice day.”

 

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