A Refined Gent

A refined gent who serves lunch in Decatur
Is the posh bistro’s most genteel waiter
He serves fine escargot
and tres-bon merlot
Then mosies home to his deep-fried potater

2/3/22
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Wolf Avatar
February 5, 2022 at 5:46 PM
Ha, ha! A little Ogden Nash there in that last rhyme (potater): 'When called by a panther, don't anther.' Laughter and Levity, Gershon
Gorelick Avatar
February 6, 2022 at 2:08 PM
A funny old bird is a pelican, its beak holds more, than its belly can! Big fan of Ogden-rip!
Hankins Avatar
February 3, 2022 at 2:20 PM
And, somehow, I think he's happy doing what he's doing, Robert. Who knows, though? And maybe he's hidden thousands of dollars in cash underneath his mattress. It happens!
Gorelick Avatar
February 3, 2022 at 2:48 PM
He is a happy good Ol' boy. But maybe your right. Stay Warm!
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