The Ancient Japanese Art Of Poetry As It Pertains To Waiter's
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 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
