Don Mulford , Dining Out</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=27.htm>Don Mulford </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Dining Out</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>I went into a restaurant and ordered, A la carte.<br>The menu looked inviting, I decided,Soup to start.<br>After waiting twenty minutes came the waiter with a tray,<br>And he set a bowl in front of me before he went away.<br>I lifted up my soup spoon, that's as far as I could get,<br>For instead of chicken noodle soup, my bowl was slightly wet.<br>I caught the waiter's eye and quickly beckoned him to come;<br>I said, Waiter, I want chicken soup, I really would like some!<br>This bowl, I said, 's disgraceful, for the bottom is quite wet!<p>He said, That bowl's not wet, sir,That's your soup!<p>I took a drink of water and I said, Forget the soup!<br>I never should have ordered it from such a nincompoop,<br>Just bring the T-bone steak to me; be sure it's really rare,<br>For now I'm in a hurry and I have no time to spare!<br>So another fifteen minutes passed me by before he came<br>With my steak and baked potato on a tray that looked the same.<br>I looked down at my dinner plate and asked the waiter whether<br>That dark brown item on my plate was over-cooked shoe leather.<p>He said, Oh! That's not leather,That's your steak!<p>I couldn't wait much longer, so I looked him in the eye,<br>And I said, Go feed it to your dog, and bring my apple pie.<br>Then I drank another coffee and I glared around the room,<br>And I'm sure the other diners thought I had the face of doom!<br>When at long last I got my pie I wasn't overjoyed,<br>For the gooey mess upon my plate was thoroughly destroyed.<br>I called out to the waiter, What's this goop upon my plate?<br>I ordered pie, not tapioca, now I'm really late!<p>He said, That isn't tapioca,That's your pie!<p>Bring my bill at once! I told him, I've sat here much too long!<br>And the food is really awful, I should get it for a song!<br>So he opened up his notebook and he added everything,<br>And the total was outrageous, not the song I'd like to sing!<br>But I handed him my Visa and he took it to the till,<br>And he came back for my signature, it made me feel quite ill!<br>I put my Visa card away, preparing to get going<br>And I knew the waiter thought that his gratuity was owing.<p>I said, Waiter, here's a quarter.That's your tip!<p>Youth Is A State Of The Soul -<br>Nothing To Do With Age, But Everything To Do With Attitude.<br>http://personal.nbnet.nb.ca/steldon/</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>