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[evryinchbut1]

It's time for waitressing, I think,
For Bar's hungover -- how are you?
Who needs a drink?

The angst-filled patron at the brink
Of plotty doom and coup?
It's time for waitressing, I think.

Or someone feeling in the pink
And celebratory, and who
May need a drink.

There shouldn't be the slightest kink
In serving them, though Mike's ill, too.
It's time for waitressing, I think.

It's Valerie, whose glasses clink
Upon her tray, that's looking for a cue
To ask "Who needs a drink?"

But it's her mun who sees all your haiku
And raises you a villanelle or two
In time for waitressing, I think.
Who needs a drink?

[ooc: An early waitressing post, as the mun will be off to dinner and rehearsal soon. Slowtimes are welcomed!]