Eaters Beware

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

I own a fast food restaurant and it's called Randy's Place.

The Health Department found 117 violations, it's a disgrace.

When the Health Department graded my restaurant, it got a big fat F.

Most people won't eat here anymore, I have very few customers left.

I serve unclean meat and flat Coca-Cola.

My food has caused 500 cases of Ebola.

When customers are served fries,

their orders include fried flies.

Please keep this a secret or my restaurant will be shut down.

But people really will be better off if it is no longer around.