Eating Out.

Sedately chewing around me the diners Enjoying their various courses, abound In good manners, not clattering china Or staring at me, as dawdling on down This immensity, peopled by eaters I search for any unoccupied chair. Room overladen with unconcerned feasters' I suddenly slip, throwing tray in the air Which crashes almightily, landing in style After spilling hot soup over the hair Of someone who's foot was held in the ailse In plaster-of-paris! ! - now don't you agree 'Eating out' from now on will mean 'picnics' for me!