Whenever in restaurants, I’m always able
To locate and procure the wobbly table
It’s not always visible to the naked eye
And everyone else ignorantly walks by
But with sniper like accuracy
I find them or they find me
Or uneven furniture, I’m applying for patronage
To become St. Gavin of the spilt beverage
They are the cousins of the random white chair
Which appear at Christmas, when family are there
I love faulty furniture, so I always beg
Let me be head of the table with the wonky leg
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