A Diner Booth
Sitting in a diner booth
Is cozy and inviting.
To me, such places are, in truth,
The tables most delighting.
When offered booth or table,
There’s no contest; I will choose
A booth which will enable
Me to chill out and enthuse.
At dinner, I like atmosphere
And candlelight and chairs,
A place to sip an ice-cold beer
And wait while food prepares.
Yet for breakfast or a lunchtime meal,
My preference tends to be
A diner with the main appeal
Of booths for friends and me.
My husband likes a table most
But will not raise his voice
When we end up in, you might have guessed,
A booth. (He has no choice!)
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