Good EatsA Poem by Celie Rosechew food properly or you may choke.Good Eats grand opening, announcing the windmill restaurant and country Inn. the crowd began to mingle while entering. men, women and children. lastly harry burt wobbled in for the evening. sara was the owner, she was polite and very funny. being a business woman, besides quality service, her intent was to get her patrons money. she eagerly welcomed all exclaiming, come on in and grab a squat, loosen your belts, you gonna feast on a lot. slap on a napkin or hanky put it round your triple chin. nah, no sir at times I’m only kidding. sara ran her hands through her customer harry's hair saying, unfasten your zipper, you’re stomach is sure to swell, try a couple of our potent drinks, will make you feel so very chipper. mouth watering and enticing appetizers. healthy heaping servings, decent prices deserving. the food is fit for a king. do I need to repeat? order some eats then dig right in and see. please don’t come up in here looking like a muddy mess, shirt and shoes is decent dress. a shirt, shoes and a pretty dress, sara thought that would be best., something that gives you zest. not your sunday best, she did attest. you came here to enjoy and relax. try my charcoal broiled steaks, also on the menu is our famous barbecued goose stew. for the wild taste in you. soft drinks for the kids, for adults a couple of beers. all of the sudden, harry’s greenish-blue eyes just about popped out his head, it was an unpleasant surprise. he was choking on a chunk from his medium rare steak that he ate. opening his mouth wide, and gaping, direct result of his hungry nature, he sat there shoveling the food, not stopping for a minute until the coughing, spitting and snarling continuously pursued. sara jumped and took off for the kitchen, grabbed her son forrest, and her fear she did mention. both came rushing out from the back, to give a helping hand to this fallen man. sara had already called 911. before coming back with her son. the hymen maneuver! the hymen maneuver! this is what i’ll be doing. harry was a large man, and sara’s son was a whopping buck fifty, standing there. he was extremely skinny, looked like a twig, I mean this! forrest went up to harry, putting his arms around the lower part of harry’s belly, giving three to four hard upward thrusts, the meat came up, it shot across the room. powerful enough to knock over sara’s sweeping broom. anyways, forrest sat beside harry keeping him calm saying, soon man soon the ambulance is coming. I’m so sorry you did not finish your supper. I’ll issue you cash or credit for to order another. harry waved as the paramedics whisked him away. © 2016 Celie RoseAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on July 29, 2016 Last Updated on July 31, 2016 Tags: restaurant, food, choke, maneuver, save AuthorCelie RoseSyracuse, NYAboutI am Celie Rose. I am a novice writer. My reason for being here is to learn. I want to write poetry, short stories, and, eventually, novels and screenplays. Put my ideas down in writing and be creativ.. more..Writing
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