Ludicrous Lingo Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

I asked a waiter for some food
And can't complain that he was rude,
'NO PROBLEM, sir! ' was what he said
(I wished the little blighter dead! ! !)
I just can't stand that sort of talk,
So I fiddled with my knife and fork.
Then when it arrived the foolish boy
Came out with 'There you are, ENJOY! '
(I suppose I really shouldn't complain
But this use of words drives me insane! ! !)
I left a tip and heard him say
'Goodbye now, have an AWESOME day! '