This place is packed! People waiting outside in the cold People waiting inside stacked This overcrowding is getting old! Then my name is called out I got a table It's hard to hear as the people shout I hope my waiter is able We get the chicken fried steak Cinnamon butter roll Seems someone made a mistake Taking home peanuts and more rolls was my goal Seems the waiter is too busy with many other tables to serve I play my trivia game and electronic golf on the table device I just didn't have the nerve I should have asked for more than rice So I'll go home Next week I'll be back To Texas Roadhouse I will roam To get the cheesy fries and the big ol' brownie I lack
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Posted: Jan 28
About this poem:
Using 50 dollars of gift cards, so the meal was free, next week I'll have seven dollars to put towards the next bill.
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Mick.