# Table Six Poem by stewart green

Send back this incorrect platter
Tell the chef it does not matter
Who is the man in charge over here?
I have been waiting for a year

No it is not all very fine
I ordered item number nine
A rare steak with a bit of cheese
Toped with lots of green pepper squeeze

Lettuce and onion on the side
Kids outside playing on the slide
Those His and Her towels on the rail
A yacht on the weekend to sail

Two bank accounts with room to spare
Money to refurnish our own lair
A happy life worth waking for
Not some guy slamming closed my door

In the black of the night they come
Many of them against just one
I dream of cheese spread on rye bread
One more time before I am dead

Send back this incorrect platter
Tell the chef it does not matter
Waiter you got my order wrong
And the pastor says just be strong