Dining At The Y

I’m dining at the ’Y’ tonight 

There’s sushi on the menu. 

I don’t just lick my lips 

When I’m at my favourite venue. 

It’s up the Salmon Canyon 

On the edge of Tuna Town 

It’s a place I’m always welcome 

And I’d never let it down. 

 

A tasty bit of clam I like; 

It really perks me up, 

And nibbling on the olive whilst drinking 

From the furry cup. 

The special vinaigrette that pours 

Upon the luscious lettuce 

Never leaves me any doubt 

About what my best bet is. 

 

I went there just a week ago 

But had a bad surprise 

All was soused in ketchup 

And it wasn’t very nice 

Tonight I’m told it’s good and clean 

And for the second course 

I’ll bring along my special brand 

Of salted tartare sauce. 

 

So if you’re feeling peckish 

And you want a bit of muffin 

Or a tasty bit of kipper 

I will tell you this for nothing. 

The only place to go to if you 

Want some hairy pie 

Is up the Velcro Triangle - 

Go dining at the ’Y’. 

 

Poetry

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