Peppered Poetry
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Waitresses - an experiment with an online poetry generator
Waitresses
Bloody, chefs!
My top is ruined.
It’s stained and burnt.
The small plate swiftly hits the chef.
Skull cap in the soup.
Never fight a waitress.
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