the patrons frowned, at the limits of their patience.
Then someone heard something not exactly soothing to the ear
(the kitchen helper probably thought that others couldn't hear).
"There's not enough fowl!" they reported, and oh how they scowled.
There were some who even snapped -- words and actions turned foul!
The fact of the matter is, there was no need for such heat,
the only thing needing fire should have just been the meat.
Thus, among the lessons we can learn is patience is a virtue,
and if you don't act rationally... you'll be easy to sue ;)
This poem is pretty much about a certain issue that just happened in Malaysia last week. It's quite a hard topic I hafta admit, but I hope it turned out ok. :P
Credits to Irin Y. for suggesting the topic! ^_^