Waiter Poems - Poems about Waiter

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?"...

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To the lady I served dinner to on New Year's Eve: It was the New Year, but nothing seemed new about it because I was still delivering plates with a fake smile and a shortening will to live. You said "Happy New Year," To which I responded "Happy New Year, cheers to another trip around the sun"...

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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 ...

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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....

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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 most of them posting it all ~ say they’re devoted...

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Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait Of a Savior with ardent heart burning Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace He wore fishnet leggings to the Halloween Jamboree Leather corset paired with his jet black hair, Moving with grace at the age of...

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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...

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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 lair HMS...

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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, scrubbed By faithful hands with wet rags Who left not a blemish...

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That's the last thing i wanted barrum choo...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 in the bubbles of gas, close inspection, and I feared the...

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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...

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