The Tim Horton's Team
Pedestal tables: above a bright light.
Pedestal tables: a glow of soft white.
Scattered though even gracefuly bloom.
Elegant tables around a great room.
Chairs on their precipice
tucked to their tables.
Pensive and inclined
like horses in their stables.
Plants Hanging poignant;
green and cut back.
Filling a ballroom
with quaint and with smack.
Off to one side
an encasement of donuts.
Monitors, tv's
and ads for us grownups.
Muffins and cookies
that brown to a gloss.
Baked at three-fifty
and checked by the boss.
Pots of black cofffee
served fresh by the minutes.
Enough for us all.
Right up to the kibitz.
Brown peaked hats
adorn those who beam.
The men and the women.
of The Tim Horton's Team.
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