Our Waiter was a Roach
When I saw our waiter I lost my appetite
Oh, come on said my husband don’t be so uptight!
He is a roach, I said, he could serve without his head.
They can run around for days, before they are dead.
This one has his head, and he has a great smile.
Just order soup – maybe the mushroom or crocodile.
I could not bear to eat after seeing the server arrive.
Especially when his tentacles took a little dive.
They came up flipping soup at the crowd.
Oh my gosh! I yelled, and I yelled it loud.
My husband said Don’t be so persnickety!
But I could not help feeling annoyed said Lee.
I ran from the restaurant and stayed inside.
It might be the last time I ever venture outside.
So whom did door dash send to bring me my next meal?
A roach dragging along his left foot and heel.
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