Head Waiter Poems - Poems about Head Waiter

...I wore my Sunday best, Not that the restaurant was a luxury one. The head waiter came up Smiling, trying to put me at ease. I must have looked jittery. I was led to a table and got my first f......

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...It was our first date and I had to impress her While fighting the urge to move in and caress her I’d have to be subtle and somewhat refined And show her an intellect dwells in my mind It wouldn’t......

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...The lass is lonely her life weary Her stormy days restless and not easy, She seeks of giving yet the weather dreary Perceiving her world through bountiful eyes. For sure therein her highest of ......

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...OK another adventure in the mad poet’s life, This occurred just before I met Jane, my imaginary wife. Jane’s brother, Glen had set me up with a blind date He said the girl was a stunner, I could n......

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