At a Table in Alberni
To Rod Moody-Corbett
A waitress to my table came;
At once, she took a census.
She startled me—boozed, cold, and lame—
With "Hey, what's the consensus?"
I looked about me, left and right,
Consulted I and i;
Conceded then, to her delight,
"We'd like another pint!"