sitting in a family restaurant, wife and I,
having our supper, when in walks a zealot,
all high and mighty like;
nose stuck upward, looking around:
hostess asks: may I help you?
zealot, eyes roaming, says:
just checking thing out;
see if we want eat here or not.
hostess: look around if you like.
zealot motions to two women behind him;
they come in and sit.
and our supper, far less pleasant than it was!