Good ole sproggie.

Source: https://old.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/chq96p/all_you_can_eat_buffet_workers_what_are_your/euxxzfj/

Poem_for_your_sprog

2439 points 13 hours ago

'Twas lettuce, tomatoes and peppers and bean -
'Twas onion and olive and spinach between -
'Twas rocket and radish and carrot and cress -
A fountain of flavour,
a mountain,
no less.

It flowered, a tower of pasta and rice -
With solid green girders of cucumber slice -
With brickwork of feta to shore the ascent -
And ranch-covered mortar of mayo cement.

And so, with a smile and a head full of glee -
He crossed to his seat with his salad for three -
He gulped and he gorged till his stomach was sore -
And when he was finished...

... he went back for more.