One
One waiter in a dining room,
Rushing purposefully, tray aloft.
He is called by several businessmen.
Unfazed, he keeps his calm
Amid the clamor,
And takes more orders then.
The Meal of the Day is the main one,
And the waft of wispy carrots
Leaves the chief and best aroma.
One incident, and that is all,
Raises the waiter's temper,
And that is an annoying call.
"I asked for brandies", says a man
At the far end of the restaurant,
"Not one, good man, not one!"
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9/3/15
Contest - One
Sponsor - rob carmack
A Win
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