Discomfort Eating

Just downed a pint, I think I’ll have a bite

To eat, a treat on this rainy winter’s night

I’m in the mood for pasta, something nice & soft

Here comes the waiter, holding the menu aloft.

No pasta on the menu, for it’s an Irish pub

So I settle for the curry, Irish-style Indian grub

And a glass of Pinot Grigio, to wash my dinner down

An evening of indulgence, to ease away my frown.

Yuk, I’ve had enough & I’ve barely touched my plate

I think the waiter tried to warn me but too little & too late

My teeth now feel sore & my appetite is poor

Has this discomfort eating just cost me a score?

Absolutely not, my waiter brings me more wine

And doesn’t charge me for the meal on which I couldn’t dine

Still feeling great discomfort but I’m sure I’ll sleep it off

When the going gets rough, the tough get tough.