Leftovers

Eat out in a restaurant And when your meal is through, There might be some left on your plate – So, what are you to do? Ask them for a doggie bag Or say it’s for your cat; Admitting it’s for lunch tomorrow Likely will fall flat. My husband’s mother told him that The waiters eat what’s left, So if he finished everything, The staff would be bereft. Of course, that isn’t really true But then again, who knows? A lobster or a sirloin May be purloined, I suppose. I always take what I don’t eat; Why should it go to waste? And since I’m paying, I’m the one Deserving of its taste. But people either take their food Or tactfully refrain And if you try to change them, Your attempts will be in vain.