One of those nights
When everything was wrong
We open in an hour
So we don't have long
Chef's in a tantrum
The Maitre D missing
The deep fat fryer
Is spitting and hissing
The mixer's thrown a wobbler
And isn't quite mixing
The dishwater's blocked
And really needs fixing.
The new bar manager
Is in a bit of a funk
And, trying to calm his
Nerves, got himself drunk
So he's thumped a waiter
Whose nose is bleeding
Forty covers expected
All wanting feeding.
Disaster seems inevitable
So I rode with the flow
Took a quick look round
And decided to go.
I sent the staff home,
All on full pay.
Things need sorting but
Tomorrow's another day.
I hung up the closed sign,
Turned off all the lights,
Really just one of those
Snafu type of nights.
Then I picked up my paper
Which I hadn't quite read
And went off upstairs for
An early night in bed.
