Eating Out. Poem by Fay Slimm
Eating Out.
Sedately chewing around me the diners
Enjoying their various courses, abound
In good manners, not clattering china
Or staring at me, as dawdling on down
This immensity, peopled by eaters
I search for any unoccupied chair.
Room overladen with unconcerned feasters'
I suddenly slip, throwing tray in the air
Which crashes almightily, landing in style
After spilling hot soup over the hair
Of someone who's foot was held in the ailse
In plaster-of-paris! ! - now don't you agree
'Eating out' from now on will mean 'picnics' for me!
I like this one as I sit with my foot in a cast. This sounds like something I would do. Besides eating with nature is better for the digestive system any how.
If its true it could only be you, and me. nice write Fay 10/10 regards Tom
Once having done stand-up comedy at a few clubs in Greenwich Village, NYC, I have always enjoyed humor in a poem, and have written many myself. This delightful poem vividly describes an incident which has happened to many of us at one time or another in our lives, Fay. Your lively description of events in this poem was most appealing, but it is your conclusion that drew the biggest laugh from me. It's remarkable, and many of us have felt the same way after embarrassing ourselves in a similar fashion! Carl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:36:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hmmm. I think you went to the 'restaurant that ended the universe.' Oh well, there are lots of other parallel universes out there.