Those Greek Customers!

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

A Greek family ate at my diner and they broke all of my plates.

I whipped them all because they did something to aggravate.

There was a very good reason why things got so grim.

When they broke my plates, they refused to pay for them.

They said that they broke the plates because it's a Greek Tradition.

But when they refused to reimburse me, it was a stupid decision.

They broke my plates so I broke their bones.

When I kicked their butts, all of them groaned.

They wound up in a lot of pain because they made me see red.

When I was through, every one of them needed a hospital bed.