WAITING FOR A MEAL
Sitting in a restaurant waiting for a meal,
More and more hunger pains you do feel,
Smelling food makes things worse I deem,
My hot chicken sandwich fades into a dream.
At last our drinks have come, we won’t fade away,
Even if it’s only pop or water that came to stay,
Is that the waitress coming! No, she passed by,
Next time if it’s not our meal I may just die.
Now another problem, there is no chicken pot pie,
The only thing Brian wanted, so he gave a sigh
And just ordered a dessert, no main meal at all,
By now I feel that through my shoelaces I’ll fall.
There is a play area for children, they are having fun,
I think it is there that the parents don’t get up and run
Out but keep on waiting for the meal a long time,
I hope the food it really worth it or all it will be a crime.
Here it comes it all looks good, my sandwich was fine,
But I think we will remember not to go there to dine,
For waiting we don’t like, well, not that long at least
And not to get impatient would take some holy priest.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 19 April 2006