what's the game?
have i mentioned this before?
a local Italian set-up somewhere in the capital
with sable decor and steaks
is this marketing at its grandest?
polytechnic stuff
the way he pronounces ravioli
is superb
passing him by the bathrooms,
he's gone all cockney with the kitchen chefs
what a performance
this is
my mate Gaz knows how symbolism works
his astrological memoir drops in july
he's going on tour and i call him to say,
"bring it down."
on the way out, i yell 'bravo'
Said a handsome New Orleans waiter,
"Sir, can I recommend some freshly caught gator?"
I said, "Are you for real?
Didn’t you hear about that poor woman Lucille?"
"But Sir, what if I can assure you ~ this ain't the gator that ate her?"
the waiter served with
a response able
bill at tea
'sew then' we thought
and fabricated a
table-tip
to show lasting pleasure
wrt the special foods
and a rest-to-rants
len/stan
Boattail desinged the new Rigga Mi Row
pretty, preetty.Packard Luxury.
From charoit biluding to Carrages
we specailize in
Platinium Rhodium
elements of a classic encounter.
Borex and Gold.
H beUTIMOIUS SITE.
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 most of them posting it all ~ say they’re devoted to a god
By David Kavanagh
When I saw our waiter I lost my appetite
Oh, come on said my husband don’t be so uptight!
He is a roach, I said, he could serve without his head.
They can run around for days, before they are dead.
This one has his head, and he has a great smile.
Just order soup – maybe the mushroom or crocodile.
I could not bear to eat after seeing the server arrive.
Especially when his tentacles took a little dive.
They came up flipping soup at the crowd.
Oh my gosh! I yelled, and I yelled it loud.
My husband said Don’t be so persnickety!
But I could not help feeling annoyed said Lee.
I ran from the restaurant and stayed inside.
It might be the last time I ever venture outside.
So whom did door dash send to bring me my next meal?
A roach dragging along his left foot and heel.
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 lair
HMS
That's the last thing i wanted
barrum choo
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!
You could make paper paving pavements as a pavement paver,
and take that paper to a rave and rave like a raving raver,
save behaviour you savour and say to the saviour to save ya,
lose weight so the waiter waits less and waits more for more to waiter,
exaggerate hatred that's stated and overstate the case
whilst you raise praise to raise the raisin raisers wage,
then tie a lace and race with pace to first place and deface the stage.
or...…..
you could save your wage from paving pavements and savour the wait as you save for a case of raver behaviour with pace overstating hatred for a raisin raiser waiter waiting to wait on an overweight weight weigher disgraced in their weighs and way of racist that defacist de stage, man.
eye at the center
friend to chaos
cycles spinning
round space time
roadhouse corner
eatery and saloon
two eggs easy over
toast and coffee please
stan sand
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 in the bubbles of gas,
close inspection, and I feared the worst.
A fly had snook down while my back had been turned
lost it's footing and fell in the beer,
and now paddled in vain for the side of the glass
but could not make it out of first gear.
Since it spoiled my enjoyment, a spoon for employment
was acquired and from my drink was scooped
the sad fly in some drops, poured it out where it stopped
with no movement, all out it was pooped.
With it's legs in the air (and I know, I've been there)
it finally righted itself, shook a wing, rubbed it's head
but not flying, instead took a gentle walk on my shed shelf.
Oblivious now to the story of how
I'd just graciously saved it's poor life,
I wondered as it slowly wobbled off home-
what on earth did it say to it's wife?
Money licks its lips
A fervour without bound it rips
Feeding on the rich with etiquette and poise
The middle classes swallowed with grumbled noise
And screaming poor not even savoured
From a beast thats never laboured
The earth lays daily a new tablecloth
For the feast where all humanity is lost
Teensy and Waiter
And the Red Hasenpfeffer
Gracing the world
Like a sweet, gentle zephyr
Teensy was four while Waiter was five
And my little brother knew they were alive
Inseparable friends, when he was so small
Of course Mom and I
Could not see them at all
They would often turn up
In the strangest of places
And could even help fasten
Those loosened shoelaces
Alternative friends
When no friends could be found
And neither one
Ever uttered a sound
And what of that Red Hasenpfeffer, you say
Why, he was their bunny
Who’d come out to play
Yes, Teensy and Waiter,
Old friends that were needed
To soothe a sad boy
When his cries went unheeded
In Memory of Jon
2/12/18
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,
“Where do you wait?” he asked in reply.
“I wait at the bus stop and wait for a train,
I wait in the surgery and wait for a plane.
I wait in the sunshine and wait in the rain
And on a day with nothing to do,
I go in to town and wait in a queue.
Then at the Superstore I never can win,
The next queue is quicker than the queue I am in.
I wait in for hours as instructed before
A van load of deliveries come to my door.”
“A waiter in your restaurant?" I asked, "That would suit me.”
“Yes,” said the man, “Now, just let me see,
It’s thirty minutes for luncheon and fifteen for tea.”
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