Eat at Krill's

Bill is a krill monger
And being someone that sells krill
And is called Bill
He is most often called Krill Bill

Krill Bill owns an establishment
Located upon the sandy bottom
Of the deep blue sea
Where on any given day
You can find my whale and me

Whether it's choppy or calm
We go above and beyond
For the joy and the thrill
That is the cuisine of Krill Bill

Monday is Sour Krill night
With little grilled creatures that make one pucker
Followed by a side of mayonnaise
And complimentary dessert of a Tootsie Roll Sucker

Tuesday's are spicy
With a sauce oh so green
It tastes sweet going down
But then really turns on the steam

Wednesday's are for lovers
With an unwritten rule to bring a date
The krill are served unadorned
Arranged neatly upon a heart shaped plate

Thursdays are for fun
There are board games at every table
Krill are used as game pieces
To be eaten at random
Then replaced when the wait staff are able

Fridays are Thank God It Is night
With imported krill of dark complexion
Served with rye bread and honey cakes
Lined up at the bar for easy inspection

Saturdays are for drinking
Not many krill are actually digested that evening
They get eaten just fine mind you
But when mixed with the copious amounts of alcohol
That seem to magically appear at one's table
It's just a deafening vomitus scream
From most of the patrons if you know what I mean

Sundays are for recovery and confession
For pledges of sobriety
And a reestablishment of our krill obsession
As piles of fresh little kills
Are added line by line to our bills
Which week by week gets bigger and longer
With no appreciable regression

Then the weekly routine starts all over
With all the highs and lows that it does offer
So allow me to recommend to you
I'll not force you against your wills
If you're in the neighborhood of the Great Ash Reef
Take advantage and eat at Krill's

And don't forget to say hello to Bill!