Lunch

An elderly man sat across the table.
(This actually happened, it isn't a fable)
He placed the order for his food -
Finger Chips! (Perhaps a fast. Perhaps a mood.)


The waiter then noticed the small box emerge.
He was trained about scamsters - Oh! What a scourge!
"No external food!", he said pointing to the box.
He had caught the man red-handed - the wily fox!


The old man smiled, wrinkling his features.
He said, "My boy, these are my dentures."