A Dish
She had a lot on her plate
He was unwilling to wait
With demand
The man snaps his fingers
The waitress snaps back a zinger
"It'll take more than two fingers to make me come"
Flustered, he goes dumb
Up goes her middle, so does my thumb
The same pair that had led to what was said
As it slowly clicks in everyone's head
there's a ripple of snickers at the jerk
And her lips sneak in a smirk
Back to her work she quietly turns
Her tips well earned
Manners were learned
Revenge is best served cold to the burned
And some further food for thought:
He was unwilling to wait
With demand
The man snaps his fingers
The waitress snaps back a zinger
"It'll take more than two fingers to make me come"
Flustered, he goes dumb
Up goes her middle, so does my thumb
The same pair that had led to what was said
As it slowly clicks in everyone's head
there's a ripple of snickers at the jerk
And her lips sneak in a smirk
Back to her work she quietly turns
Her tips well earned
Manners were learned
Revenge is best served cold to the burned
And some further food for thought:
We get it poets: things are like other things
— shut up, mike (@shutupmikeginn) September 8, 2014
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