Waiter, Waiter, Waiter! Poem by Adam Thoms

Waiter, Waiter, Waiter!



It's no wonder waiter
Is what they call me
For later
You tend to stall me
The waiter
I wait for your calling
What's greater
Is you go on stalling

Until I say:
'What can I do ya' for? '
You leave me tips I need much more
'What can I do ya' for? '
I'll show you what those lips are for.

I'll show you what your tongue is for
I'll serve you something your tastebuds will adore
A dash of spice, a dash of tart.
'Twill be a nice taseful work of art.
When you finally finish your meal,
I'll serve a side of how I feel.

It's no wonder waiter
Is what they call me
For later
You tend to stall me
The waiter
I wait for your calling
What's greater
Is you go on stalling

Until I say:
'What can I do ya' for? '
You leave me tips I need much more
'What can I do ya' for? '
I'll show you what those lips are for.

I'll show you what your lips are for
I can't survive on tips, I need much more.
I'll show you what your tongue is for.
I'll be the waiter that you adoe.
I'll rake in the tips
Of your lips.

I'll show you what taste is for
After this dish you'll be back for more.

I've got a big check coming in
I wanna spend it inside of your skin.
I promise you won't be home late
I get done at 8.
It's your turn to wait; -) .

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