It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was Times New Roman.
Rough flecks of spice do shake the darling buds of the Scoville hot sauce index,
And Summer’s Chipolte BBQ hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of Asian Zing shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines of Brandi, our waitress,
By chance, or Parmesan Garlic’s changing course, boneless;
But thy eternal Caribbean Jerk shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou celery stick,
Nor shall Blazin’ death brag thou wand’rest in his Ranch cup,
When in eternal lines to Mango Habanero sauce thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see the College football game,
So long lives this, and this gives life to Lemon Pepper and Teriyaki.
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Advance car, “Remain seated”
Clap, clap, clap, wave, clear