Belching, spilling, nagging diners
Constantly smacking, oh wait, no time, they’re yacking for another.
The biker needs a table where he can see his Harley,
While the wanna-be singer sounds pretty gnarly.
The elderly woman needs more lighting,
And the young fellow needs a menu a little less frightening.
“Excuse me, ma’am” is always the question,
Blueberry BBQ Mahi Mahi tacos forever my suggestion.
Laughing and lingering around their paint-splattered booth,
While gobbling up every bit of their fishy food.

Room cluttered with patients galore,
Young children, silent, caught in a bore.
Not even one baby makes a sound,
But there’s that one crummy kid round and about.
Digging out a thousand Parents Magazine’s,
Causing oh so much agony.
Gazing at that straggled-tooth smile,
Can’t help but to change your mood for a while.
The secretary constantly hearing “Knock, Knock” on her window,
She looks up to find parents demanding some gizmo.

Today’s special is an order of penicillin,
An order of spankins’ for all the ungrateful children.
Day in and day out of unsatisfied clients,
Finally I’ve had it, and I become defiant.
“Oh, you’re tired of waiting?” I would ask,
Well maybe I’m exhausted from all of my tasks.
Washing dishes, carrying plates, answering for all the chef’s mistakes.
Throwing shots, prescribing pills, this is how I’d rather feel.
A pediatrician is where I should be,
No matter what day, it is jam-packed with glee.