I WISH I COULD SERVE THEM AGAIN

On a warm Autumn day

I stood wiping away

At the counter, just trying to stay busy.

When a grotesque quintet

Through the door came, and sat.

Just one look sent me into a tizzy!

They were men, I was sure;

But they looked so demure

And their hair hung in long, tangled tresses.

Painted eyes, lips and nails,

Better placed than most gals,

Looking more like they should be in dresses.

With indignance my plight

Took their orders, all right,

Using mocking expressions and tones.

To this farm country teen

They looked downright obscene,

Not the typical square, Hicksville clones.

Remembering, sadly,

I sure treated them badly.

What a meager tip they left there for me.

But this lesson I learned,

In my memory it’s burned -

Don’t judge others just by what you see.

For soon after, I found,

Yes, the word got around,

Alice Cooper was one of those men.

I shall always remember

What I learned that September.

How I wish I could serve them again!