The Waitresses wore black and white,
The Waiters too. We looked just right.
And some (not me) were heard to speak
When welcoming their guests - in Greek!
The ouzo tasted aniseed
A taste to be "acquired" indeed,
But not for me, I chose the juice -
A tipsy waitress is no use!
We sat at tables laid for eight
And eight of these, with one to "wait"
At each, the other guests to serve.
We started with a Greek "hors d'Oeuvres"
Or mini mezé, served with bread
Called "pitta" as the menu said.
Tomatoes, tuna, dip of cheese,
Green olives (I avoided these!)
In centre of the tables laid
Sixteen moussakas, all homemade
By Father Mike (on holiday
In Greece, from sun and sea did stray,
Enrolled at - most successfully
A course designed for cookery).
We finished with a Greek pastry
And yoghurt, all declaring we
Had had a lovely meal. Perplexed
By "numbered markers" what was next?
We had a quiz, a game or two,
The winners of the raffle drew.
Our waiters next on stage all leapt.
To prove they were all most adept
And danced in unison in line,
Well - most of them, most of the time!
Then stars of international fame
Performed for us to much acclaim.
And then we "Greek line danced" awhile,
Then broke in Greek traditional style
Our crockery. (I here must add
'Twas not the best church plates we had
Partaken of our suppers on.
These to the "washers up" had gone.)
I have to say - to end my rhyme
We all had had a "smashing" time!
Janet Johnson
