RDW's poems

Table Manners

At the end of the meal he would shake the hand
of the waiter, or waitress
and call the waiter “waiter”
and call the waitress “waiter”.
His anti-gender
egalitarian campaign.

The “smashing gender action” also ran
through actress empress huntress shepherdess —
but then he had trouble with seamstress
and even more with mistress.  Eventually
he got to Goddess, and stopped.  Out-politicked.

Trumped, stumped, and finally mortified into silence.
Which was a great relief, especially for the waiters.

Venice Torcello 14.04.2006

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