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Holiday Poetry by John
Welcome, holiday traveler. You have reached the section of my realm containing poetry by John. A talented writer, I thank John for entering. May John's holiday season be merry and bright.
The Night Before Wendy's
Twas the Night before Wendys, when all through the Store,
Everything was sparkling, yes even the floor.
The pots were all hung by the sink with great care,
In hopes that Dave Thomas soon would be there.
The Crew were all nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Nuggets, danced in their heads.
And Ma'Ma in her Apron, and me in my Shirt,
Were under the fry station, looking for dirt.
When out in the Dining Room, there arose such a clatter,
We sprang to our feet, to see what was the matter.
Away to the counter I flew like a flash.
Stopped at the register, and check on the cash.
The shine on the breast of the newly laid floor,
Gave the luster of Mid-day to the windexed scrubbed door.
When what to my wondering eyes should arise
But a Take Home sack, full of a delicious surprise.
Carried by a little old elf so lively and brave,
I knew in a instant, it had to be Dave.
More rapid than eagles, his orders they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now Frosty, Now Chili, Now Spicy and Grilled,
On Single, On Double, On Free Drink Refill.
To the top of the Counter, to the top of the Rack
Scrub away, scrub away, all the way to the back."
So up to the counter, the orders they flew,
All bagged, and all ready, and Dave Thomas too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard in the Back,
The scrubbing and buffing of each little rack.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Through the kitchen Dave flew, toward the Back with a bound.
He was dressed like a crew member, from his head to his foot,
He was neat, he was clean, like a picture from his book.
A bundle of orders he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a manager, checking each sack.
His eyes - how they twinkled, his dimples how merry,
With more pepper-jack than one man could carry.
The stump of a sandwich he held tight in his hand,
It smelled like smoky bacon, Straight from the pan.
He had a broad face and a blue ball cap on,
A gold nametag, and a freshly starched apron.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Then I realized, he was already toasting more bread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Scrubbing and cleaning, to make things sparkle and perk.
And laying his finger along-side his nose,
Grabbing the trash, out the back door he goes.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew, as clean as a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
Merry Wendy's to All, and to All a good night.
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