'I might go out for some lunch, ' was the thought in Bill's head I'll ask if anyone wants a meat pattie on bread Lucy in accounts asked if he'd kindly buy A cheeseburger, large coke and small packet of fries
He strode up to the counter to order this meal But was confronted with a question which made his head reel 'Do you have a senior citizen's card? ' the young girl asked 'No, I don't', he replied and looked at her askance
The manager, half grown herself, a problem she perceived The customer of his embarrassment she wanted to relieve So she stage whispered out loud and clear 'Don't ask them if they have a card, the poor dears
They don't like it if you ask them, even if their hair's grey It's better not to ask, 'cos you'll only turn them away They may look ancient, moth-eaten and fossilised But don't ask 'cos you'll only see the hurt in their eyes'
Bill related this story to a friend of middling years Which only served to give her an additional fear If served by a young boy, she wouldn’t feel flattered If the burger was 10% off, in fact she’d be shattered