|The crowd begins to gather|
|And a line forms around the block.|
|The maitre d' checks all is ready,|
|And some patrons enjoy|
appetizers and drinks
in the lounge while they wait.
|Table for one, please.|
|Barnacle Bisque! Delicious!|
|Fights break out over seating|
|But most are quickly resolved.|
They dine, enjoying tasty little morsels
of sea life served up on a bed of kelp.
|Occasionally, someone tries to|
sneak in the back door,
|Or to leave without paying...|
|But the bouncer soon takes care of that.|
|Not far away, a mugger watches,|
waiting for a drunken patron to stagger by.
Just another day at the Hard Rock Cafe.
* Apologies to the owners of the cafe chain by the same name. But what else would you call a rock that serves food? :)