It's Too Late To Raid The Caters Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It's too late to raid the caters.
Those who ate have scraped their plates.
With a rating of great as they ate.

It's too late to raid the caters.
They came to serve,
Not set policy.

Those who fed their needs have left.
The caters are packing and are out of breath.
If crumbs you wish there are still dishes to lick.
But a raiding of the caters...
Will not solve your demands,
To have them wait on you by command.

They may understand what you command,
But they have come only to serve...
Not create what you believe is deserved.

It's too late to raid the caters.
Those who ate have scraped their plates.
With a rating of great as they ate.
With no tip of gratitude to leave!