Chopsticks

Chopsticks at the meal tonight,

I really could have done without,

A little shaky from last night,

I drank too much there’s little doubt.

A fork I would have much preferred,

But when in Rome the saying goes,

And the waitress never offered

And damn Chinese it was me who chose.

So like a trooper placed in hand,

Chopsticks with my Chinese food

And such frustration you’ll understand,

While my wife kept saying, “Don’t be rude!”

But get me going she really shouldn’t,

I’m very immature I suppose,

And though normally I wouldn’t,

Tonight I put them up my nose.

Chopsticks like a walrus ‘stache’,

With my wife telling me I’m dumb;

And that waitress so very brash,

Said, “You like a Dim sum!”