padre excuses

Aggrieved, the Filipino stewards spat
into the stew they'll serve the new XO.
The Padre, passing galley, seeing that,
debates himself:  "Reporting them?  Go slow.
This XO seems a thug, he did hit low:
his thoughtless(?) jokes about 'brown island wogs'
repulse me too.  They're strong sialagogues."
So Padre smiles, resolves to skip high tea,
eschewing epiglottal epilogues.
Waves to the wardroom set:  "Bon appétit."