Why does the waiter look away
Why does the waiter look away?
Every time I want to pay.
I never like to make a fuss,
Or ever, ever swear or cuss.
Up goes my hand to beckon her,
or maybe him, if you prefer,
but I might as well scream and shout
as the waiter always moves about.
I look a fool as I pen the air,
in an attempt to draw a stare.
So, tell me what I have to do?
A simple question I put to you?
The waiter will expect a tip,
But I might as well give the slip,
If I’m completely overlooked,
In this restaurant I should not have booked!
Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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