I went into a restaurant with a family of four,
But I didn’t know these people, I’d never seen them before.
We were greeted by a waiter in a turtleneck top,
Who gave us a menu and led us to our stop.
He seated us down at a table by the loo,
And said he’d be back for our orders, “Toodeloo.”
All the merry while the family did stare,
Probably wondering who I was in the opposite chair.
Well I looked at the menu and turned to the son,
Said, “One dollar scallops, those are a steal!
They’ll make a good dinner, they’ll make a great meal!”
The son of six battered no eye,
Stated, “I’d rather prefer the octopi.”
The daughter of nine also astute,
Proclaimed, “I’m having a salad made entirely of fruit.”
The mother confused, asked, “Who are you?”
But my head was deep down in the menu.
Not ‘fore long the waiter arrived,
His demeanor appearing rather contrived.
“Sir, may I take your order?”
The father interjecting, said with a jolt,
“This man must have a mental disorder.”
I looked at the family then to the waiter,
Asked, “Cottage pie or risotto, which is greater?”
He gave me a look rather bizarre,
Said, “Cottage pie,” so I got caviar.
We didn’t wait long before he got back,
With some drinks in tow, and a tasty snack.
While waiting for our meal the father called,
The police on his phone rather appalled.
Said to the officer, “You’d better come quick.
I think this man is rather sick.”
The meal arrived ‘fore too long,
This time the same waiter in a sarong.
I looked at my meal and said real stern,
“Mister barista, my caviar is burned.”
“I’m very sorry sir, I’ll have it returned.”
Two police then strolled in to take me away,
And I turned to the family, “Next time we’ll go to a buffet!”
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