Best Waiter Poems

With kind eyes
And gentle soul,
You brought
Flowers,
Soft words,
And sweet touches . . .
To my table.

You filled my empty heart
And hungry spirit.
You brightened
My drab and lonely world.
You touched 
The hurting places . . . 
At my table.

. . . Now . . 

With sad eyes
And silent words,...

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How long will I wait Mr. Waiter?
You only brought me water,
yet I requested for ox-tail soup,
and a bowl of carrots and a tulip.
Mr. Waiter, you are not serving a rat;
I'm by all facial definitions a brown cat.
Sometimes I'm a disciplined vegetarian,
like my rabbit friend, whose...

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I Am A Waiter

     “I am a waiter,” the man said to me,
     “ I wait in a restaurant serving luncheon and tea.”
     “I am a waiter,” I said with a sigh,
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soup overdone comments blow hot air ~ AI bubbles up everywhere 

bits and bytes chain reactions going spare ~ does admin really care 

esoteric brainwashing on blogs here and there ~ bullsh!t doctrinaire 

witnesses hold high ground au contraire mon frere ~ sisters in a...

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Fly in the ointment,
I've heard said,
Flies will use you for
food, when you're dead
But a fly in the soup?
Which one of you??
How'd you get in somehow?
What did you do?

These rhetorical questions,
do not require answer,
But one thing does, for sure....
Just how did a zipper get in
my chicken...

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There was once a finicky chap named Lou,

     Who espied a fly swimming in his stew!

          Said the waiter to the bloke,   

       ...

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A masculine waiter winked at me 
flashing a smile with his fine goatee
he needed a big tip
but such plan took a dip
when I claimed, "Ask your boss; my hubby."


Contest: Limericks Clean And Clever
15 Nov 2014...

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There once was a waiter named Danny
Who thought that he had a cute fanny
So he switched for his tip
And he wiggled his hip
The tip that he got was uncanny!...

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There’s a guy in my soup sir
This is really quite lame,
There’s a guy in my soup sir
But he won’t give his name.

He was not on the menu
When I first placed my order
And I have my suspicions
He’s from south of the border.

It’s a quality issue
And your...

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I once met a waiter in Berlin.
A tall man with blonde hair, 
a long scar above his eye,
I knew his name only to be Jurgen.

Following coffee one fine day I asked this man, 
“Do you know where I can go to find a splash of...

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which is worse to be a fake or fraud or sit by and watch ~ then applaud

in truth makes no difference the game is up ~ next stage a firing squad

plagiarism and AI does not make great soup ~ but a rotten cheap broth

strange thing...

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Okay! Okay, just gimme a minute, or maybe even two.
It's just like you to pull up a chair just so I can sit next to you.
But I know you well enough not to fuss about anything at all.
Or
You will holler and hoot and act like...

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A hot July evening, and nothing had stirred,
the minutes just ticked slowly past,
too hot for much effort, and even the birds
gave up chirping as long shadows cast.
I savoured the moment and reached for my glass,
cold lager to help quench my thirst,
when I saw something black...

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Oh waiter
at the river styx,
striking down the might and meek.

Thou scythe
is camped outside my door;
waiting...
as with us all.

To take the good ahead of schedule....

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Rushing to tables, to people
Mostly strangers in vibrant colors
Hungry for more than biscuits
Starving for a kind word, a smile

All those years, through tears
And often through tired fears
I hurried past eager voices, accents
Telling and retelling of life journeys

Dishes piled up on empty tables
Waiting to be cleared,...

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