Bad Manners

Your stand with your hand on your hip I must presume, I will not get a tip Yes, the soup is cold I know But Gazpacho is meant to be so The reason the curry is not “hot” The four star Vindaloo it is not I accept you don’t think us, first class But you distinctly ordered Madras The table looked like Vietnam But you arrived early, Madam Than the time that we have in our book Here Madam, please take a look It clearly states you are booked in at four At half past three you walked through the door So the table we failed to set Do you comprehend our tete-a-tete Miracles we do not create It would have been ready, had you been late So it leaves me to apologize On behalf of the girls and the guys Who are run off their feet in this sweat shop Before your complaints get us all the "chop"