No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service Poem by Randy McClave

No shoes, no shirt, no service
That sign makes no one scared or nervous,
That notification I always did believe and did heed
And every diner at every restaurant always agreed.
I always wore shoes when I went out to eat
I never went inside a restaurant with dirty smelly feet,
And a clean shirt I always wore as well
Respect and hygiene in myself always does dwell.
I have read that sign at many restaurants and stores
Many being placed on the restaurant's front doors,
They don't care of your religion or the color or your skin
They just want you clothed when you come on in.
We all have been raised with the clothing rules
We were always clothed going to churches and schools,
Now, how could we enjoy a fine meal or even a dessert
When someone is dining nearby without shoes or a shirt.
I don't want to smell their feet or see their armpits
Nor do I want to see any of their bits,
What odors they have I want them to coverup and keep
From their personal hygiene I don't want to see or smell or reap.
We all stand for the no shoes, no shirt, no service policy
No matter of the religion or of the race of the addressee,
But, now one thing I want to truly know and ask
How come those same people, are against wearing a mask.

Randy L. McClave