You? A soup? You chew? Your soup?

 Author's Note:

This is a poem that I wrote that I tried to write in the style of Dr. Suess.  I am focusing on voice and would prefer comments.

I met a very strange man one day

Just walking through the streets

He said hello and I replied

I love the people that I can meet

We stopped to chat

And grabbed some lunch

We ate and ate

Munch, munch, munch, munch

I called for a soda and some fries

The waitress took notes, then calmly replied

"What would you like?" to my dear new friend

And what he said, I will never forget

I would like a bottle of ham, with no turkey, indeed!

And some crumpets or bagels, whichever you please!

Also, homemade chicken noodle soup

And a fork! A fork! I need to chew!

You? A soup? You chew? Your soup?

Then he just sat there,

befuddling looking

Straight at the waitress and what she was cooking

I couldn't believe it!

Him? A soup? He chews? His soup?

In the city of Wallow,

We never do that

For we all eat neatly

With two forks and a hat

He's straight out of Lynwood!

I can feel it for certain!

For no one from here

Would eat so in splurged in!

Then I glanced and stared

And I couldn't believe it! What did I see?

Are you sure you believe me?

To my wandering eyes did appear

No not Christmas, no mints or wreaths

But what I did notice,

Was this man had no teeth.