Privilege Poem by Steve Howard

I'm hungry for some oysters.
I shall brook with no delay!
I told the oysters that I'm hungry,
and to serve me right away.
I do so wish they'd hurry.
I should be on my way.
My newest yacht needs fitting out,
I have a tee time late today.
I simply must go have a manicure,
and then there's bridge to play.
The sun is getting awfully hot,
I do not care for sand.
I feel the need to be cooled off,
massaged then gently fanned.
This waiting unattended,
is becoming more than I can stand.
And I find the oysters quite ungrateful,
not to come at my command.