More Jammy Dodgers SIr?

"More Jammy Dodgers Sir?"
the pompous waiter said.
I looked around in mild surprise
and scratched my balding head.
Since when were Jammy Dodgers served
in restaurants like this?
When critics came from round the world
to sample every dish.
"And would you like a glass of squash
to accompany your meal?"
the waiter asked in curious tones,
"It's our most special deal."
I said, "This isn't a corner shop
or any old fast food joint!"
I then stood up and left the room -
I didn't see the point.

In staying.

The End

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