Booth or a Table
There’s a question that I meet
When I go in to eat
And there’s a hostess greeting me,
Wondering where she’s seating me,
“Would you like a booth or a table?”
My answer, of course is both please
Or my dinner will be unstable
Balancing on my knees.
If I just had the table, I’d grow weary
Squatting by my food contrary
To the imagined experience I had
Inside my head when I was glad
To dine at a table.
2 thoughts on “Booth or a Table”
your poor waitress! 🙂
🙂 yeah, I don’t say that… but I’m tempted.