Pinching Napkins

I'm shuffling trays of food and placing them up front. I'm spilling on the way in stains I'll later hunt. I'm ever pinching napkins and wiping spots of sauce. Forever wiping up them so later I can toss. I've piled the garbage higher with sweet and sour rags. Left scrunched into a bow to finish them of drags. I'll order in more napkins to later fill the rack. But first I'll make some more sauce. A dish from Sally Trac.