A near disaster

Nearly every Wednesday I went down town for lunch,

To join at the Crowne Plaza an interesting bunch

Most of us are pretty old, but still within our prime,

As we reminisce and analyse events from time to time.

As the only vegetarian with this eclectic group,

While they peruse the menu, I only have the soup.

Today was cold and windy the footing ice and snow

So just to cross the parking lot took caution as you go.

I made it safely to the door, and made my way inside

Then went to the buffet to check the soup supplied.

Broccoli and coconout a choice strange and effete

But I served myself a bowl, as at least it had no meat.

I took a roll, some butter too, was balanced on my plate

And headed for our private room with calm and steady gait.

But as I travelled slowly I sadly must have found

A patch of something slippery as I crashed to the ground.

The plate, the bowl, and yes the soup, were spread all round the place

As I lay upon the floor a shocked look on my face.

It took four guys to pick me up and plant me on a stool,

One of them the manager I felt an awful fool.

I took a while to calm myself before I felt I`d dare

To get off that stool they`d put me on and find my usual chair.

I sat there for a little while to contemplate my soul

And then a waitress came to me she`d brought another bowl.

I finished it, talked to my friends and said I must away

And then asked the waitress how much I had to pay.

It was the blessed limit is all that I can say

They did not charge me for the soup, but for the whole buffet