Waiter Poems - Poems about Waiter

About that gator recommended by a New Orleans 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?"

The Lady Who Didn't Know What a Year Is

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"

tip the waiter

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

sUTTIE kEAL

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.

waiter this soup is repeating on me

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

Inner Workings of the Mom n Pop Pizza Shop

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

Our Waiter was a Roach

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

Waiter Is That Ai In My : Oh Nevermind

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

Taste of Hope

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

Sat In a Restaurant and Waiter Brought Me the Dessert Menu

That's the last thing i wanted
barrum choo

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

A Raisin Raiser Waiter

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

Waiter

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

Waiter There's a Fly

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

Please Tip Your Waiter

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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