Strawberries and Cream
Limited to a-la-carte|
because I couldn't do it,
I watched my friends on buffet fare,
wanted what they had
...but blew it.
We were at a massive conference,
in Hawaii on education.
My alma mater paid for it all
so it was not a junket vacation.
From the buffet, Wendy got strawberries,
gigantic strawberries and cream.
As she ate them, I was drooling,
as of this treat I often dream.
I asked the waitress nicely;
she responded to my call,
'You want cream with your strawberries'?
she gasped, in an amazed Yankee drawl.
'You must be an Australian.
What you call milk is cream.
It's whipped cream you want to order,'
she uttered as derisive scream.
I left the resort quite hungry,
embarrassed, just a great big drip,
but took some consolation in that
she wouldn't be getting my tip!
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