Looking forward to a bite to eat,
Ushered solicitously to a corner seat,
Enjoyed four fine friends good company,
Bided time imbibing a bubbling glass- or three.
There was nothing wrong with the house beer
We quaffed while waiting for a menu to appear,
But we’d be waiting impatiently for a waiter- still
Had we not served the Maitre De with a look to kill.