Waitress – A Poem

I went to work at 10:30, but my shift didn’t start until 11:00.

I wait and wait and wait, and then I go inside.

I clean and clean and clean, and then we get a customer.

The customer sits down and they wait and wait and wait until finally, they order.

Their food comes out and they eat and eat and eat.

The bill was $100.

They tipped me $2.

I hate being a waitress.