Dr. and Mrs. Barningham In their twenties, stylishly dressed Arrived at the club Early, an hour before The dining room opened Fully expecting to be served. A waiter, commandeered for the duty From another part of the house Rushed to meet their every need: Liver and onions at 10 a.m. (Medium please, not overly done) A fruit cup and salad with that marvelous Vinaigrette (We really must have the recipe) Coffee with cream, piping hot And of course a basket of Fresh, hot rolls (and keep them coming!) The bottle-eyed Doctor sn******ged as the Mrs. Issued her various provisos and demands More of this, not enough of that And would you please and do you mind The hapless waiter struggling to accommodate According to the nature of his willingly open Heart. When at last they left, in quite a hurry Doggie bags ready with carry-out coffees A day filled with urgent things to do The waiter eagerly reached for his sure-to-be —generous tip— Peeking out from under the napkin: Two bits and change. An echo of laughter tripping up the sidewalk As the honorable Doctor and his elegant Mrs. Chit-chattered effervescently Away.