The patron arrived and was seated In the choicest restaurant This place was said to have The finest and best soups That anyone could ever want The waiter came and took his order For the soup of his choosing Which happened to be his favorite Of all the other soups This one he considered cuisine The restaurant had all the luxuries Everything was appealing to the eyes From the floor to ceiling windows To the lavish tables and chairs Even the waiters wore jackets and ties Finally, his soup had arrived But he found it to be a disgrace What he found in his bowl Was very unexpected Something extra to ruin the taste Everyone could hear him As he called for his waiter once more So he could explain to him About this terrible mistake And what he must implore Please excuse me waiter But there is a slug in my soup. Could you please re-check my order I specifically asked for chicken noodle But this looks like a bowl of goop The waiter left and then rushed back With a weird look on his face You are correct sir he said There is a slug in your soup It was put there by mistake You see there was a mix up From the chef in the kitchen He is new, just started today We are terribly sorry and assure you That this won’t happen again The soup you have belongs to Mr.
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