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Discovery
The Danger of Italian Restaurants
Dave Arns
One bright afternoon in the spring of the year, I took out my family to eat; With such an enormous selection of spots, Choosing was not a small feat. At last we decided: Italian it was, And the restaurant had opened just recently; We decided to go in and give it a shot, And see if they fixed their food decently.
Once seated and reading the menu, I froze: "Surely," I thought, "This can't be!" I looked around, wild-eyed, at customers' plates, Resisting a strong urge to flee. Two items I'd seen on the menu, I knew, If combined, would be terribly deadly. I desperately tried to settle my breathing, And force my wild heart to beat steadily.
The danger, you see, is most serious indeed, For the eater and others as well: Enormous explosions, with high radiation, Could a knowledge of science foretell. Explosions so big they could flatten a town -- Reduce it to a smouldering crater -- Its molten-glass sides just a hint of the heat That won't cool until days or weeks later.
"Don't these people know physics?" I thought in my grief, While pond'ring the coming destruction -- The cooks just plowed on and obliviously worked Maintaining their rate of production -- "These people can't see that the energy flash Will be a deathblow to the nation!" For, of course, mixing pasta and antipasta Would result in complete annihilation!
Dave Arns
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