Etiquette

Etiquette like protocol is also another form of formality,
Once again doing things right in the way they should be;
With a gentle persuasion in decorum and diplomacy,
To see that all things are proper and right and well behaved at the table.

With five courses to be served and six plates and all the cutlery;
There is no excuse for bad manners at the table;
Where dinner is served by candlelight with all the food cooked exquisitely;
For the formal occasion of dignitaries and rulers the table is fully laden.

Were waiters and butlers labour and serve but never waver,
Pass the butter as you asked for fresh bread or scones;
Never using or sparingly the least bit of bad behaviour,
As in etiquette things simply must be done right or you're out on your tail forever.

I guess respect is the key and honour the way,
For principles in the duty of sitting at the table;
Where life has meaning to those of old.
Who fought for the right rules of behaviour.

Well it seems those times are gone by and there is need to remember,
And resurrect the right ways of living for pursuasure;
As money comes and money goes to those who work and labour,
To find the key to exuberant life with style without disfavour.

So it seems again that etiquette is the way to live and be,
For all the distinguished elite guests and best;
To enjoy the life they are inclined to be so richly use to,
As life goes on in simply ways, to those who could not live up to theirs.

Signed,

What about the humble poor?