Foie gras ain’t no star

No avocado
No cucumber
Pigeon morsals they
The Masqmenos
That’s in Wardour street
Just blew me away
Supposedly was Spanish
Serving vile foie gras
A salad that was tiny
just lettuce
Not a star
In any sky I have looked into
A minuscule spinach flan
All very very eggy
And It all went down the pan
I asked for a big salad
It came in a breakfast bowl
The whole place it was sterile
All of it without soul
It was basically a starter
Nothing more at all
Thank goodness
I found the la Bufala
Where we all had a ball

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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