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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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