Gifford Wherry , Not Hungry</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=33.htm>Gifford Wherry </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Not Hungry</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>The table was dirty, the tea was weak.<br>The waitress' snooty, she wouldn't speak.<br>There was no ketchup, the bread was stale.<br>I ordered a beer, she served me ale.<br>The salt was empty. the pepper too.<br>There were no vegetables in the stew.<br>The butter was rancid, the cream was sour.<br>The gravy was cold and thick with flour.<br>She spilled the water and stained my suit.<br>She dropped the tray and crushed my boot.<br>The knife was dull, wouldn't cut the meat.<br>I was so disgusted I couldn't eat.<br>I hollered Check! The waitress came<br>And continued playing her silly game.<br>For when I added the total amount,<br>You guessed it right, she couldn't count.<br>But to rationalize I'd have to say,<br>Well, I wasn't hungry anyway.</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>