Narrative Poem

I watch her from a distance,
I stray not too close by.
She sits at Mura everyday,
But I still haven't figured out why.

She sits alone day-to-day,
Cause she doesn't like crowds.
She sits at Mura everyday,
And I still haven't figured out why.

The waiter guy comes in a big ol' tie,
He sets down the tray
to pour some sauce.
I watch a big huge grin appear.

She sits at Mura everyday,
And I finally figured out why.