The exercise:
Let's write about: the waiter.
This is a scheduled post, since we're off having dinner out with friends in Vancouver tonight. See you guys tomorrow.
Mine:
He appears at our table
In a puff of gray smoke;
He takes all of our orders
While cracking awful jokes.
Another puff and he's gone
And much to my dismay,
I see that you've gone with him -
I guess I've already paid.
