An Ode to the Denny's Gentleman

I have come to realize upon leaving my humble bubble of a hometown almost 2.5 years ago that people in fairytales exist in most unexpected places. Journeying to the lost kingdom of Denny's, one would not expect a most excellent knight to be working at the Denny's right off campus. Our first encounter was back in 2011, on a fateful Friday night. I knew the instant he retorted, "No sir, please do not fuss, it is our pleasure to serve you," to our friend's apology. That moment on, it would seem that everything would align that we would always have him as our waiter if it was our choice to enter past 10. He chooses to don an overly polite vernacular, and uses it in such a manner that one is transformed to the times of old.

This is for you Bartholomew**
Of all the waiters in this town
You, gentleman, surpass them all
Not a request too grand,
nor a deed too small.

You kneel down to serve
not a request strikes your nerves
Upon asking for chocolate chips,
you, like a servant, offer your hands with gratitude,
asking "Doth thou carest for any syrup dip?"

Your deeds don't go unnoticed,
your head can be held high,
for like a valiant knight,
your shift is nigh

Your love overflows like the water you insist on pouring in our cups.
How can we thank you enough?

 **name changed because this is very much a real person.