Restaurant Poems - Poems about Restaurant

...we ate at a fancy restaurant tonight – me and daughter Lou. I knew my order before arriving, but Lou reads the menu. Freddy, our waiter, came back several times but she was not ready. I had not ea......Read the rest...

...She’s driving safely. While I’m tapping furiously. “Fast food near me.” Tap. Tap. Tap. An idea! An idea. Scrolling. That sounds good… Red light, green light, yellow light. She’ll eat anything......Read the rest...

... I even forgot about the restaurant That is opening today On my street That is not something that I will die for A free hamburger And I believe there is a catch to it Because nothing is free i......Read the rest...

...People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. ......Read the rest...

...The Soprano}; when did you start loving me? The Bass:( well when I started missing you: after our dates. I found myself wishing you'd call me just talk to me. Soprano:( I loved you the day I meet ......Read the rest...

... I have always believed there is more to life than what my eyes can see more questions than I can answer…more riddles…more mysteries. I have always believed signs from our loved ones abound… ev......Read the rest...

...Special Agent Alan King arrived in his Buick dragging my husband to Foss park for his failed lie detector test where I wore wires pregnant for the FBI my husband was scared to death after Ciro Gargan......Read the rest...

...Run to the box office and pick up the musical score, run to the box office the patrons are flooding the floors; you need more chairs to fill the open space, you need extra security guards at the door......Read the rest...

... Kapow! Here’s mud in your face! Poetasting rhymes, rhythms and nuclear waste. Playing in mud pits, kitchens and certainly laced Everyting that’s made . . . in this mysterious place. Prob......Read the rest...

...I'm not a traditional poet As you may think Wole Soyinka Who writes in form and pattern I'm only a man of romantics Who love to paint words and polish lines Until it becomes flower verse The......Read the rest...

...The couple wanted to eat at an exclusive restaurant. Wife said, “Let’s act like we are haughty and stuck up.” Husband was all in; so they ate with pinkie fingers up. They were ultra-rude to the wa......Read the rest...

...My plate is always piled yet my fork has nothing on it, beamed up by sensory overload onto a different culinary planet. Please don’t think me rude for leaving most of each meal, it’s simply an ......Read the rest...

...Check your attitude at the door the greeter said. What kind of greeter is that? A negative greeter with a bad attitude if you ask me I decided not to go inside that restaurant If I want to hear s......Read the rest...

...A man reads this and a thought runs Through his mischievous mind at once: I’ll have shirt and shoes on, But no pants, them to con…. He sure was served— with court summons! Police gave a gown t......Read the rest...

...Best taco pie I ever tasted looks like actual pie It was made by a master chef named Mr. Why. He perfected his craft in Ohio, a town called Sly. Don’t ask him for the recipe though, said his broth......Read the rest...