Ever rushing to and fro,
She is always on the go,
Taking orders all day long,
She really must be fit and strong;
Several plates upon her arm,
She hurries, yet remains still calm;
Demanding patrons rise their hand,
The food's too hot, or is too bland,
And she must answer with a smile,
Even if feeling all the while
They are the sort she can't abide,
Their comments are quite unjustified.
But she must pretend that in her sight,
A customer is always right.
Girlwriting
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