"The Fright During Lunchtime"

I decided to blog about the events of my day in a less "traditional" manner. Embarrassing, but true, this is my story:

'Twas the dawning of lunchtime, when all through the restaurant,
Not a soul was complaining, the buffet fully stocked.
My potatoes were placed by my chicken with care,
In hopes that no one would ask me to share!
The hot rolls were snuggled all warm with the bread,
While visions of butter dripped in my head;
With Mom in the restroom, I returned to our booth,
Hoping to satisfy my sweet tooth,
When at the table there arose such a clatter,
I looked up to see what was the matter.
And then it hit me, just like a flash,
I'd sat down at the wrong table and wanted to dash!
My embarrassment and humiliation started to show,
The luster of my cheeks beginning to glow...
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the occupier of the booth to which I'd wrongfully steered!
She glared and she hissed and began to insist,
And I knew in a moment I had to act quick!
More rapid than eagles my heart rate became,
And I huffed, and I scooted, until out of the booth I came!
"So Sorry! How Stupid! Excuse my mistake!"
Apologies I offered. Not a breath did I take!
Onto my scooter and away I rolled,
Realizing this blunder was awkward and bold!
As dry leaves the night before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So over to my rightful table I flew,
With a plate full of veggies and pineapple, too???
And then, in a twinkling, my brain did awaken,
I realized the wrong in the plate I had taken!
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
toward my direction came Amazon Woman with a bound.
She was dressed all in spandex, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were black, my taste they did not suit;
"Oh no! She will knock me flat on my back!
She's a heavy broad, a mean punch she will pack!"
My eyes -- how they widened! My goodness, how scary!
Her cheeks were so chubby, her nose was so hairy!
A large, frothing mouth bore this formidable foe,
And the beard of her chin was an unappealing show.
She had a mean face and a fat, round belly,
That shook, with each step like a bowlful of jelly.
She was chubby and grumpy, not jolly like an elf,
And I cringed when I saw her, wanting to kill myself;
A glare of her eye and a shake of her head,
Gave indication that soon I'd be dead!
She spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Pulled her plate from my hand; then turned with a jerk,
Then striking her finger in an ungodly pose,
She shot me a glare! This is how my luck goes...
Mom sprang into action, and gave me a whistle,
And away I flew like the down of a thistle.
And I heard Mom exclaim, laughing with glee:

"You sat at the wrong table, Honey!"

"I know! Leave me be!"