The Day The Hungry Housefly Got Sacked

The hungry housefly applied for a job as a waiter, The restaurant manager told him to come back later…

He arrived for his interview at a quarter to four, Wearing his apron, he knocked on the door…

In the kitchen, he was asked to pitch in, There was a whole load of baking, and quite a bit of mixin ‘! He took a look at the chef’s recipe book….

Quick as flash, a bite he took ! He read the menu, there was lots of food, That made his mouth water – he chose some beef stewed…

Then he devoured a hearty breakfast, He decided to tuck into a steak last…. A few chips, a few flips,

With salt ‘n’ vinegar, a few crisps…. A chop grilled, a pancake filled, Ice – cream chilled and lemonade spilled….

The hungry housefly was having a ball, He even ate the picture on the wall !

The hungry housefly fled across the bar, Chomping so much he didn’t get far….

He ate all the table, that he was able, He fed so much, his wings fluttering were unable…

A bowl of spaghetti, with cheese on top, He slid across the floor and didn’t stop…

He crashed into the knives and forks, Out popped a dozen champagne corks !

A bread roll rolled, the restaurant owner boiled !

“All of the dinners have been spoiled !” As the housefly snacked, the plates he cracked, “You’ve got the sack ! Don’t ever come back !” © Jacqueline Richards 2017