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She greets us with loud and American brightness
Gives us the menu with florid politeness
Has cheerfulness written all over her face
But just hasn’t quite got the tone of the place
We only went in there to grab a quick brunch
But seemingly we have a threesome for lunch
As she spoons out her unsubtle dollops of chatter
Outlining the options for every platter
So much information, and so much to say
About this, about that, about soup of the day
Every tale of the menu she’s tempted to tell
Bless her, she’s on it, and on us as well

He raises an eyebrow, and I raise one back
An unspoken agreement to cut her some slack
Till she asks us what we are intolerant to
At which point he coughs, and I go to the loo
She’s nice, oh she’s nice enough, don’t get me wrong
We’re just dreading the moment she bursts in to song
If we want a McDonalds we’ll bear her in mind
But we came here for something profound, and refined
Alfafa and silence, and spiced meditation
Weird stuff on salad, profound conversation
To gaze from the window, like, mournful and arty
Invisible guests at a well tasteful party

Instead there is her, with her zest and her zing
Motivating our order with…
“Let’s do this thing!”

by Gail

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