Apology to a Denny's Waitress

Oh, you are dreadful! Had I been your waitress at Denny's, which I never would because I can't stand all those sticky flavoured syrups and breathing the fumes of frying pork fat makes me have hallucinations that my name is Trixie and I live in a doublewide. But back to the extremely important matter at hand, I would have chased your poetic butt right into the parking lot with a can of whipped cream and followed you furtively in my polyester uniform through the parking lot to your car. Then I would have sprayed in ruffly big birthday letters, "Poor Poet, Beware" on your auto and maybe on you, if you were cute. But if you were brutish, short and angry, I'd have run like hell. Do not ask what I would have done if you'd had the gall to leave a haiku. Yours with a Rooty tooty fresh and fruity, C

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by Celticlion on Apr. 22 2008