We rented a DVD and ordered Thai for our date <br />From the kitchen he procured two paper plates, <br />Two plastic spoons and two plastic cups <br />In style was my date going to serve this meal up <br /> <br />'Are you short on crockery', I asked with surprise <br />'Don't like washing up' he bluntly advised <br />He placed his container of food on his plate <br />And I followed suit without further debate <br /> <br />I wasn't expecting tableware of finest china <br />And I don't like to be thought a hard-to-please whiner <br />But my plastic spoon was just not up to the task <br />'Could I please have a fork', I plaintively asked <br /> <br />His reply 'I don't have one', stopped my spoon in mid air <br />'Do you have a knife, by chance, one that is spare? ' <br /> 'Only for chopping food', he testily attested <br />And then added 'Why are you so interested? ' <br /> <br />'Oh no reason, I guess', and refrained to add <br />That for someone well-off this was just sad <br />When I left his abode, he again hit his mark <br />When he didn't accompany me out in the dark <br /> <br />Inspired after reading Suzanne Attar's book 'Dates of Our Lives' <br /> <br />(Sydney, Australia - 2010)<br /><br />Alessandra Liverani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dining-in-style-humour/
