I greet my family like an octapus
Stomach grumbling like a cranky toddler
Driving like a maniac
The restaurant is like my mother
And the waitress like my dearest friend
Ordering my meal like a brain surgeon
Fingers drumming on table like Ringo Starr
Stomach grumbling like a cranky bear
The restaurant is like a smelly cave
I glance at my family like a mind reader
And wave down the waitress like I’m flagging down a person from the other side of a stadium
Food arrives like an expected delivery
Yawning like a sleepy baby
Stomach round like a pregnant woman
The restaurant is like a used tissue
My family collects themselves like a high school club on spring break
The waitress is like my banker
Food is cleared off like a tornado