Maître D' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'...well, I beg to differ.
I think it is imperative
That everyone familiarize themselves
With proper dining technique.
No one is going to be served baked apples
Until after the main course and the soup.
Be sure everyone is aware the water glasses
Are placed on the right.
Anyone having wine must insure the waiter
Is the first to be informed.
Have the linens been properly concealed? '

Sir...
I doubt if this is that kind of assignment!
Your experience as Maître d' at the Four Seasons...
Helped you to get this position.
But your qualifications may be a little 'extended' here!
According to our records...
You are to direct us where to unload the cargo.
Any of those starving awaiting the food deliveries...
Have been malnutritioned for months.
We understand you have been appointed director
Of food dispersements to the villagers,
However...
Our concern is to how to best stockpile this shipment?

'OH...
How am I suppose to know?
Who has my job description?
These last minute details do not sit well with me! '