Cafeteria Pondering

I sit, I wonder,
As I hear clanking plates,
Why in caf
are there always tate-
rs?
Ponder,
Why must the white rabbit
always be late?
What use to catch
a catfish—which bait?
Is there a girl here, named
Kate?
As I see salad bar,
Oh so far,
I think,
Why are there no not any dates?
And,
Why is date the fruit,
Spelt samely as
going out on a date?
Perhaps fate?
Or a question that
leaves an open gate.
I do hate
these seeds in my teeth,
I think, swigging a gulp of
milk for relief.
I see an Aussie say,
“G’day mate!”
As I wait,