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
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