Please don't shoot the seating Committee

DH and I are down in Florida preparing for his (and my ) Grandmother's 80th birthday surprise party. After our wedding, I thought I would never have to do seating assignments again, but with our new-found expertise, we had to step in to help MIL finalize everything. As you may know, preparing seating assignments is a real pain. We shared our frustration with the venue's manager, and he gave us the following light-hearted poem which I want to share with you now:


PLEASE DON’T SHOOT THE SEATING COMMITTEE

Any Dinner becomes less sweet
When someone “beefs” about her seats
We’d like to say it’s quite a task
To please you people when you ask,
We’ll praise the day that some inventor
Will plan a ballroom all “dead center”
You ask to sit with Jack and Mabel
Yet find they’re at another table,
Removed by far a mile or two
And they’re supposed to sit with you
Believed us, its quite a job
To seat “God Bless Us” such a mob
And if we have failed to meet the test
Honest, we tried to do our best
So good or bad, our job is done
And now we’d like to have some fun