Rawhide

I am a server at Burger Du Jour;
“I know you are here! Show yourself!” The man cried.
Maybe MacDonald but I am not sure.

It was quite crowed when it did occur;
to one customer I quipped, “He‘s got some hide!”
I am a server at Burger Du Jour.

Then the old farmer continued as boor,
by thundering, “I‘ve got a ticket to ride!”
Maybe MacDonald but I am not sure.

One of the customers uttered a slur;
the man looked at me as he took it in stride.
I am a server at Burger Du Jour.

Then like a lady he became demure,
and I was the one in whom he did confide.
Maybe MacDonald but I am not sure.

He had his steer on a rodeo tour;
he whispered, “Without my steer I feel hogtied.”
I am a server at Burger Du Jour;
maybe MacDonald but I am not sure.


Villanelle (19 Lines)
Writer’s Cramp
July 30, 2013