Summer Storm

She talked about the weather
And how it ruined her hair
She talked about pollution
And how it choked the air
She talked about the waiter
How bad the service was
How many times he walked on by
Ignoring her standing there

She talked a mile a minute
Unaware of anyone else
Never letting them think or speak
But she would talk of nothing else
But things that didn’t matter
That didn’t need our time
That I would never have thought of
Let alone make them rhyme

We were finally seated
At a table like the rest
But she was not happy there
She was an ill contented guest
She called out to the waiter
Said this wouldn’t do
It’s much, much too noisy here
Sitting between the kitchen and the loo

The waiter replied kindly
There is no place else
Unless you want to wait a day
Or go someplace else
Please don’t think me rude
I’m as busy as can be
If there were other tables free
I would have sat there myself

He winked at me in knowing
And gave menus to us both
I smiled to myself
Because the truth was easy to see
She looked a little miffed
Was about to speak aloud
But was quickly distracted
By a jostling of the crowd

People shouted in anger
Glass crashed to the ground
The waiter shook his head
And said with a frown
If it wasn’t for the breakage
I’d turn a profit fair
If it wasn’t for the tips
I’d leave this whole affair

After the hullabaloo
She returned to her form
Started on the next subject
Just like a summer storm
I listened and sat quietly
As she talked of nothing else
But this and that and those and these
And the clothes on someone else

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