Sunday, June 17, 2012

Dishing

When you operate a diner
it gobbles up your time
but I'm not a whiner
just a poet doomed to rhyme

and if you come here starving
you'll never have to wait
for I am always carving
always trying to create

an entree that's fulfilling
but also tasty too,
it's grueling ever grilling
for the patronizing few.

3 comments:

Morgan Sherman said...

lovely rhyming and humor.

Erick Flores said...

Well written. I always enjoy your poetry. It was really good
To have heard from you.

rch said...

Hey Morgan thanks for the post over at Hyde Park, really appreciate it.

Hey Erick, nice to see you too my friend.