Sedately chewing around me the diners <br />Enjoying their various courses, abound <br />In good manners, not clattering china <br />Or staring at me, as dawdling on down <br />This immensity, peopled by eaters <br />I search for any unoccupied chair. <br />Room overladen with unconcerned feasters' <br />I suddenly slip, throwing tray in the air <br />Which crashes almightily, landing in style <br />After spilling hot soup over the hair <br />Of someone who's foot was held in the ailse <br />In plaster-of-paris! ! - now don't you agree <br />'Eating out' from now on will mean 'picnics' for me!<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eating-out-2/
