The New Eatery
Poem inspired by a waiter
White Rock is always opening new restaurants as many try and fail, some stay forever.
But when they just come on the scene they have something to prove and maybe the experience is better.
The New Eatery
What lights the night, makes us feel
alright, what’s on the card tonight?
People in stuffed shirts
and a bottle shared between friends,
“Ladies and gentlemen,
We have for you pleasure tonight,
half eaten fruit, full ripe
It may sound tragic,
Yet you will laugh
to the punch line, of some
comical maniac!"
The maître d’ will sit ye,
Garçon is your waiter,
Keep him on his heels
and run off his feet!
He is a waiter from God,
you may applaud, the
people he served
compared to the people
you starved,
he slept with some,
the women a bit,
But he’s a good shit!
Because he’s in the middle of it!
Le Vol Au Vent French cuisine at the beach
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Le-Vol-Au-Vent/170217796367615
The chef crafts his titan carafe
Believed the best we have
Chicken, it does not
taste like, fish
from the sea
Relax!
You will enjoy!
Money for nothing
and your chicks
for free…
Rest on your laurels
Let us do the work
give you the spoils
Here, in this candlelit crook
Your waiter is a poet
he can offend all
and not even know it,
without reciting to you
quatrain or a sonnet,
but bee in your bonnet
and a carafe of wine,
will do for your bon appetit !
And in the end
you've fell spent
Fulfilled and resplendent!
But all good things must eventually
come to an end, "The cheque, please!"
He spoiled you
now you spoil him
please leave your tip
on your plate as you split
but tell all your friends
and come back again! ~psp
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White Rock is always opening new restaurants as many try and fail, some stay forever.
But when they just come on the scene they have something to prove and maybe the experience is better.
The New Eatery
What lights the night, makes us feel
alright, what’s on the card tonight?
People in stuffed shirts
and a bottle shared between friends,
“Ladies and gentlemen,
We have for you pleasure tonight,
half eaten fruit, full ripe
It may sound tragic,
Yet you will laugh
to the punch line, of some
comical maniac!"
The maître d’ will sit ye,
Garçon is your waiter,
Keep him on his heels
and run off his feet!
He is a waiter from God,
you may applaud, the
people he served
compared to the people
you starved,
he slept with some,
the women a bit,
But he’s a good shit!
Because he’s in the middle of it!
Le Vol Au Vent French cuisine at the beach
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Le-Vol-Au-Vent/170217796367615
The chef crafts his titan carafe
Believed the best we have
Chicken, it does not
taste like, fish
from the sea
Relax!
You will enjoy!
Money for nothing
and your chicks
for free…
Rest on your laurels
Let us do the work
give you the spoils
Here, in this candlelit crook
Your waiter is a poet
he can offend all
and not even know it,
without reciting to you
quatrain or a sonnet,
but bee in your bonnet
and a carafe of wine,
will do for your bon appetit !
And in the end
you've fell spent
Fulfilled and resplendent!
But all good things must eventually
come to an end, "The cheque, please!"
He spoiled you
now you spoil him
please leave your tip
on your plate as you split
but tell all your friends
and come back again! ~psp
.