never a hint of blind pomposity

but modesty must go

for intrinsically

a maitre di

sets the tone of his dinner-dance show

he provides and states a menu

fresh or diced or fried

but for the well-chosen quips

served from his lips

you like him by your side

tell us of the people

that you who watches sees

who we entail

may wail a gale

or chuckle, back to breeze

now you've cut a figure

would you not dare to cast a stone

lest a shard explode

each episode

one handbuilt of your own

there's posterity in them there tales

I'm henry; sit next to me, son

unassuming

unpresuming

is not how my vest vas von!

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