I had to whoop Elvis

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

Elvis Presley is still alive and he ate at my diner today.

But I had to whoop him because he refused to pay.

He burped and said that he shouldn't have to pay because he's the King of Rock and Roll.

When he wouldn't pay for his fried peanut butter and banana sandwich, I lost control.

I punched him in the stomach and it made his false teeth fall out.

When they hit the floor, they shattered and Elvis began to shout.

I kicked his butt because that's what I do to customers who won't pay.

His fans learned what I did and they've been egging my diner all day.

Every time a customer refuses to pay, I can beat them up because I'm stout.

If you plan to eat here but not pay, you'd better stay the hell out!