A Quiet Meal
We're sitting at the table
The food is really great
The meal is something special
The turbot and the skate
All is going swimmingly
It was a brilliant choice
Then on the table next us
The awful piercing voice
Too much wine I'm guessing
Her laugh is far too loud
I think she thinks it is her job
To entertain the crowd
Laughing at her own jokes
Her tone if far too shrill
Ruining the evening
I'm calling for the bill
No consideration
For others in the room
Her voice would penetrate the vaults
Of Tutankhamen's tomb
She doesn't seem to stop for breath
I listen to her drone
And now she's talking loudly
Down her bloody mobile phone
Her husband is guffawing
Now others turn their heads
I see the diners wincing
As a sad dejection spreads
The waiter shrugs his shoulders
He fakes a feeble grin
The raucousness continues
It's now a dreadful din
We leave in silent anger
A feeling of despair
Oh what a shame - a mishap - oh
I've kicked away her chair
What a strange occurrence
How did it come to pass?
Her voice became quite silent
As she landed on her arse
'Oh dear I am so sorry
An accident you see
Enjoy your meal dear diner
Next time choose KFC'
