A waiter in a restaurant fine,
Brings a menu for you to dine.
There's a signboard on the wall,
With the specials, written tall.

You choose your food, he takes your order,
And brings a bottle of water.
Then comes the bread and butter too,
And a tissue for your hands, all new.

You sip some wine, it tastes so sweet,
And your food arrives, it's a treat.
The waiter smiles, asks how it is,
And brings you more, without a miss.

When you're done, he brings the bill,
You pay and leave, feeling quite thrill.
For a meal with family or friends,
Is something that never really ends.

Reflections

1. What do you think the child ordered from the menu?
2. How did the waiter make the child feel welcome at the restaurant?
3. What did the child use the tissue for?
4. Have you ever been to a restaurant before? How did your experience compare to the one in the poem?
5. Do you think the child enjoyed their meal? Why or why not?