The World's Worst WaiterA Poem by RRA very truthful waiter
Good Evening Sir and welcome back,
I remember you with your head up your crack. That pompous air with which you glide; Your sour-faced wife sitting at your side. If I vaguely recall, the last time we met, You were rat-arsed on red wine and dripping with sweat?! Which table would you like? Please, take your pick. Just not facing my way cos you make me feel sick. Not on the main floor, the waiters can't pass With the size of your beer belly and your Mrs' fat a*s. How about something a little more melancholy... Here you go sir, how about the conservatory? The wines of the month, take a look at the list Just don't do your usual and stagger out pissed. Here's your wine sir... ready to order your food? Some oysters to start, get the fridge in the mood? And how about main? A nice juicy steak? The blood running out matching your fat red face? Oh, I'm sorry sir, I've just dropped your fork I'll just wipe it clean, can't be bothered to walk. Yes sir? The steaks too raw? Oh it obviously didn't cook when Chef dropped it on the floor. No worries sir, that's how it should be If you're not gonna eat it, just give it to me. Next for dessert or maybe some coffee? A frothy cappuccino or a cake of fudge 'n' toffee? A pot of tea, or a creme brulee... How would you like to end your day? You can carry on eating til you've had your fill... What's that sir? You just want the bill? There you go sir, do you have your card? I've added on a small service charge. Now, now sir, don't go in a rage, You do realise we're on minimum wage? Have a good evening, mind you don't trip Oh yeah.......and thanks for the tip!
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