came with smile on her face
with full cart of beverages
i like cold root beer bottle
few bucks with can of pringle
she knew when we need drinks
she's waiting; she love tips
she approach silently from rear
but her fragrance made us feel
few bottles of cooled brew, fair
price within tee's reach, bottom
her witty words made us wonder
she does own course, we're player
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