Mr Nuisance

Well as I am sat supping a latte on this rare beautiful blue, British afternoon... a bloke is obviously bored sat near me as hes fiddling with his silver spoon
“For Pete’s sake Mr nuisance can you please stop tapping on the table, try people watching before I intervene whilst you are still able”

I came in this cozy cafe for abit of quiet ‘me-time’ but you are driving me insane, I feel like committing an act of crime
Why on Earth does one feel the urge to constantly tap a spoon, I wouldn’t care if there was music on & he was beating to a tune
Alas it’s ‘tap, tap, tappity tap...tap
bang.....bang ... bangity ... thump!!’
It’s like a woodpecker on a mission knocking a hole in a tree stump

Well would you believe it the spoons flew out of his hand
‘Crikey Moses’ it almost hit me but I ducked & guess where it did land ?
Only on the owner an extremely angry Mrs Boss, haha its all went silent now coz she has given him the toss!!! :)