The customer who stomped away
Feeling the urge to hatred spew
In order to the public sway
Posted a one-star review
The business owner, thinking hard
Knowing the wrong he did not do
Plays what he thinks is his best card
“He’s dumb, he smells, and that’s not true!”
Not in so few sharp words, of course
He types all night to show the herd
Verbosely beating his dead horse
With many words, polish a turd
To make future-folks with you ally
As seasons pass and tree-leaves fall
Might be the greatest, best reply
Would be to make none at all