Dinner Out

A grain of sand a grain of salt The hand of time is not your fault I sit alone in restless fervor Waiting for my dinner server Happy to be at the table I would like to hear a fable Tell me that my dinners made And I will say if it makes the grade I get my plate It’s not to late What a very nice aroma Almost put me in a coma This is the best I ever had It makes me very glad I like this place I ate today They even make and serve satay When I came in I was not sure May I suggest you take the tour I would tell you where to go But then I’d find no seat you know