Ode to the crazy lady

Yesterday evening, at around 5, we went to Oriental House for some Chinese. It’s one of those hole-in-the-wall places in Ottawa, which happen to be really good. I favor these places over large chain restaurants anyday. It also happens to be real chinese, as the owner’s family is always eating down there, so that’s a good sign.

Anyways, we were just getting our food, when this older couple arrived. They were discussing poetry that the guy had written, but I could not hear his voice in the conversation. The lady kept going on, giving advice such as “it has to have nature in it”,” the birds were soaring above the clouds, the maple sap was flowing”, and other stuff. Don’t get me wrong, it’s all good that you like poetry, but is it necessary to be so bloody loud? I was starting to get a headache just listening to her. I got inspired by this, and wrote down this little poem on a napkin, while we waited for the bill.

There once was a crazy lady,

Who was quite irritating.

She spoke loudly and incessantly,

it was very frustrating.

She claimed to be giving

Poetic advice.

Disturbing all in the restaurant,

She was not at all nice.

It was time to get our bill,

Relief for us was near.

For this crazy lady,

We would no longer have to hear!

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