Pasta with Ketchup the poem

There once was a waiter who worked with food, who met an old lady who was so rude.

I need ketchup for pasta the bitch did decree.  "Who wants Marsala without ketchup?!  Not me!"

"We have no ketchup" the waiter was sorry to share, but ketchup on Marsala?  He couldn't bring himself to care.

The lady got mad and begun to shout.  That's when the waiter decided to kick that bitch out.

"Stop being a so stupid". The waiter said.  "Marsala with ketchup?  Your taste buds are dead."

"Your place is the worst" she said as she left" the waiter whispered "cunt" cause he knew she was deaf.

The moral of this poem is plain to tell.  If you like ketchup on pasta you'll burn In
hell.

~CA