Valentine day massacre

A mess, a total tragedy
A Valentine day feast  ending in misery
''You shall not insult my daughter the Chef''
Said the man, ready to throw the gauntlet
 
''What fine cuisine do you mean''
Replied the father of the groom-to-be
We eat better at greasy Spoon Régine
You should go take a look and see..
 
Thus meatballs flying all over mixed
With cheeze, sauce and spaghetti
Various faciès directly hit
Including that of gorgeous miss jenny
 
Morcels of a superb Black Forest cake
Maybe not entirely and fully baked
Was cause of a good deal of dissention
Leading also to this excessive reaction
 
And what to say about la tarte aux pommes à la cannelle
Which flew over the air
Barely missed Annabelle
And, in the face, hit John, otherwise
Always looking smart and débonnair
 
Yes, even the noodles and rice
With chunks of chicken spiced
Were judged by some to be below par
And frowned upon with disdainful regards
 
So more cream pies flew high
Bodies crouched low
From all over tears and cries
And sadly Valentine's bow and arrow
Was forgotten in this massive pig stye
Thus he just left with a tear in his eyes
Never even bothering to say good-bye.