A Booth

To tell the truth, I love a booth When eating in a diner. You can’t dismiss such coziness As something you’d call minor. For it is clear that atmosphere Adds much to meal-time pleasure And booth-type seats improve your eats, At least the way I’d measure. Be careful, though, for in your row If someone leaves the table, You’ll have to rise and leave your fries, Their exit to enable. Still, such a nit does not one bit Make booths lose their attraction. Their cool appeal grants any meal A certain satisfaction.