I took him to a Chinese place,
My favorite spot to dine.
He ordered beef and pork and shrimp.
Allowed it tasted fine;

But he said, "I won't come here no more!"
(I guess I just can't win!)
I inquired about the reason that
He won't go back again.

"Well, the food was really pretty good;
And the the prices weren't too steep --
But the place mats claim that I was borned
In the year of the dad-burned sheep!"

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