Olive Garden Poem by Luke Easter

There’s a plethora of gathering places, where to begin?
Something real special for everyone, family and friends,
The kids, parents, in between and those who are grand,
Is it possible that one size really fit alls, certainly it can.

A full parking lot lunch or dinner, what does that mean?
Only that you are about to partake of the finest cuisine,
Should you arrive somewhere else and the lot is bare?
Without breaking the speed limit, fast, get out of there.

New taste Domino’s fresh from the oven ala Pizza Hut,
Delicious, scandalizing and very yummy, tell me what?
Soup, salad, bred sticks, seafood, pasta, want more?
What is that arousing aroma flowing through the door?

Pizza? At the Olive Garden? And hand tossed no less?
Surely this upscale dinning can’t possibly have the best?
It’s so unbelievable. Ah, still one thing missing you see,
Yes it’s all you say it is and more but no home delivery?

And just when getting at the point you’re about to burst,
Oh no, stop, I am way to full for those delicious deserts,
I cannot wait to get home neither can I wait to get back,
Pork, seafood, beef, whatever, love being under attack.

Okay, much left out but there is one more thing to know,
Check the menu, then call ahead, place your order to go,
For a special occasion, suggestions? I beg your pardon,
Anywhere in this country you can find an, “Olive Garden.”