Leftovers
Eat out in a restaurant
And when your meal is through,
There might be some left on your plate –
So, what are you to do?
Ask them for a doggie bag
Or say it’s for your cat;
Admitting it’s for lunch tomorrow
Likely will fall flat.
My husband’s mother told him that
The waiters eat what’s left,
So if he finished everything,
The staff would be bereft.
Of course, that isn’t really true
But then again, who knows?
A lobster or a sirloin
May be purloined, I suppose.
I always take what I don’t eat;
Why should it go to waste?
And since I’m paying, I’m the one
Deserving of its taste.
But people either take their food
Or tactfully refrain
And if you try to change them,
Your attempts will be in vain.
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