Empty Cafe

I’ve heard my cooking’s pretty bad And here’s the damning proof: A wedding party started lunch And vanished pronto - poof! The waiter cleared away the plates And didn’t pick up tips; The food was barely touched; he said, ‘It didn’t pass their lips.’ He says the group had rushed away And vowed, ‘We won’t return.’ The brides’ mom left a recipe And scribbled, ‘Read and learn.’ My café’s empty, all is still; They didn’t even pay the bill... Jack Horne, 25th January, for Nette’s Café Musings contest