The Dinner
The Dinner
My complaint is more of a restraint.
The waitress stood staring and not caring.
So the complaint is a good complaint.
There was a fly in my pie.
With my glass 3/4 full.
She stood there asking me if I needed more.
While mad, I called her a fool.
For some reason she thought she was adored, so she continued to ignore.
So with this letter I hope you can bring an end
To this so called "10 out of 10" food stand.
Copyright © Tom Bensie | Year Posted 2016
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