At eatery where oft I dine
I’m recognized on sight;
To server poised, I simply note
“The usual” this night.
But then I add: “I’d like the corn
In place of spinach side;
Instead of soup, a salad, but
No onions I’ll abide.
“And extra napkins I shall need,
For one would never do;
I’d like the coffee not too hot
And take-out box when through.”
My order taken, server leaves
But hears a whispered strain:
“He’s back?” My server rolls her eyes;
“As usual…a pain!”