Now, out there in the back dining room, a "Damn" oath: "Argh!"
He's pissed, a buffed boy--ate rocky ragout
That made him break off a bunch of dentin, then cry. . .
Spit out a rock and his eye-
Tooth; he didn't like that.
And his look was not one of joy:
He had also broken a crown,
"Cook," he said, is doomed! "He's a yokel and goon."

Rocky Ragout wrecked his pearls, so doomed
Was the cook he said was liable.
Rock had undone stuff stuck in the gum;
Everyone know stew should be pliable.
But friable his teeths, which broke 'n' he seethes--
It shows that eating out is chancy.
They ached, 'cause not filled. . .
Were about to be drilled,
But now there's a dental vacancy.

He went for that man, the cook, known as Stan,
Preparing the gantlet to throw down.
Rock'd hurt the grin begins 'bove his chin;
He said, "Stanny boy, put that gateau down!"

With gateau Stan fought. . .
Threw it like a shot. . .
A rock to break hand of Jack Horner.

Now, he ducked with a spin. . .
Missile sailed in
And proceeded to destroy a table.
Like a rock, it made the thing smash;
It rocked the room with a resounding crash,
And as it shattered, the beets splattered
Onto the new dress of Mabel.

She socked both these goons;
They fell with a boom
Into chicken that was fryable,
A chicken decked out with breasts, juicy stout.
They said: "Looks like this cock be tryable."