Quick poem going to be redone but this is the first glance
A note to the waitress,
Too often referred to as miss.
It seems like such a waste
to leave in haste
after seeing that face.
I leave without much trace
only an extra tip
something that hopefully makes you flip,
something that will last,
something that makes your night go fast,
something that will make you smile
because that made my night worth while.Advertisements