Poem Parody:Stopping by IHop on a Snowy Evening
Whose Cakes these are? of sweetened dough. His house is internationally known; He will leave the ketchup here and watch me fill my mouth with Potatoes. My family must think it queer To eat my pancakes with root beer But If they're serving it to me I can't be blamed for what happens here I give my waiter a fat tip Because the service industries a rip The only way to make some doughIs sueing IHOP for a broken...