The Ancient Japanese Art Of Poetry As It Pertains To Waiters




Waiter, Where are you?

Bring a glass of Coke, please

No ice in my drink

The tip on the table

Jingles and fits easily

In my blue change purse



The Chef has a knife

He wants to chop vegetables

But first he must smoke

Flies found in my soup

Guarantee a free desert

Top with a cherry



I ordered it rare

The steak is over done, Yuk

Your tip will suffer

He wants a salad

Hold the croutons and peppers

Dressing on the side



The man is choking

He has shoved to much bread

Into his big mouth

The meal has ended

The check comes to the table

No one wants to pay



The meal has ended

The check comes to the table

No one wants to pay

The salt and pepper

Was taken to someone's house

There's more rice than salt!



My ice tea needs more...

Do you have sweet-n-low here?

It causes cancer

Waiting on people

Requires tact and instinct

To insure a good tip.

--Camilla



Wine snob Table Two

Picks up the cork and smells it

It smells just like cork

--Ellen




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