The Waitress

There was a lady that worked at a place,
Of all the others, she had the sweetest face.
When she smiled and said coffee please,
She could certainly bring a man to his knees.
There wasn't anyone that really mind,
Because this lady was one of a kind.
The way she talked, her tone of voice,
She would be a man's prize winning choice.
The way her eyes sparkled and glisten.
Wasn't hard to get anyone to listen.
In all the wonders of above.
This lady would be easy to love.
A man looking for love and romance.
This woman is well worth taking a chance.
Known in the working place as a waitress,
To others she was much more but never less.

by P. Allen Strunk

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