She'd nearly finished her green gater
When I informed our waiter
Of what we wanted for food and drink
I stressed to him, absolutely no pink
We just heard a six-piece band
That was billed as Sleight of Hand
For a group that hailed from Idaho
They sure knew how to play zydeco
Here comes the waiter with our booze
This next act is to play acoustic blues
They are the headliner for tonight
Their music is supposed to be out-of-sight
This band goes by the name Loaded Dice
She has a hankering for chicken and rice
And I ordered a buffalo burger and fries
The portions here are far from pint-size
I love date night with my beautiful bride
The one night a month we set aside
For good food, laughter, and song
Which helps our union to stay strong
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I enjoyed this rhythmic poem. It's sweet, and it guides us through your shared meal and entertainment. Learned a new term, zydeco, and recalled a time when I lived in Texas and dined Cajun style - including craw fish - while listening to live music.