Ode to a Food Purchasing Agent

The Food Purchasing Agent stood at the Golden Gate,

                         -His head was bending low. 
He merely asked the man of fate,
                         -Which way he ought to go.

“What have you done", St. Peter said,
                         -To seek admittance here?”
“ I was a Food Purchasing Agent down on earth,
                         -For many and many a year.” 

My bids were sharp, the record clear.,   
                         - the burger had no "slime". 
St. Peter opened wide the gate,
                         -And gently pressed the bell.

“Come in,” he said, “and choose your harp".
                         - You’ve had your share of hell. !

                                                       Author (Somewhat) Unknown



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