Wilbur White, the Waiter
I’m Wilbur White, the waiter,
at the Cafe Turpentine,
where I wait on all the customers
who might come in to dine.
The restaurant’s always empty
for, although it’s rather sad,
our poor chef can’t read a cookbook
so his cooking’s really bad.
You’ll find me every evening
sitting twiddling my thumbs,
as I hope and pray for customers
but no one ever comes.
It’s really very lonely
and the hour grows ever later
as I sit and wait on customers;
I’m Wilbur White, the waiter.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2000. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 5
Topics: Food Poems, Poems about Kooky Characters
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