Ode To The Restaurant

Ode To The Restaurant

A restaurant is a funny thing,

The greatest show, a circus ring

A mixed up group of hardworking souls

Who work crazy hours to fill your bowls.

Wyatt and Jones is serious treat

Because their staff don’t take defeat

Even when bath water finds a way

When windows smash from outside affray

And scaffolding poles pop in for brunch,

And chef’s young bones take a serious crunch.

Because a restaurant is a funny thing-

Has a love / hate marmite kinda ring

Where you spend more time here than at home

And get used to hearing your own bones groan.

But you always come back for one more service

Coz’ without that buzz you just get nervous

And we all know that that first drink

Tastes better after a 16 hour stint.

This building here was my first home

On Thanet Island as it’s known

A stranded Essex girl indeed

Who had no place and was in need.

So here I found a different madness

And as I leave- a serious sadness

I love these walls, these old church chairs

The office up a millions stairs

The daily puzzle of vegetable crates

The KP-cutlery grand debate

And now I know what ‘wizard’ means

The only thing left is ORDER COFFEE BEANS

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