Chopsticks
was a song that my jokesy old dad
played just before dinner arrived.
Dad boasted that his song was rad…
We thought he was dinner-deprived!
We always had winding spaghetti like snakes,
in meals that took longer than the game of AFL,
‘cause baby would kick the meatballs in her shakes,
as we held up our chopsticks like goalposts as well,
and if the ball made it between two of such posts,
we would scream loud and proud! and all of the sauce
would hit our Dad splat on the face! and like ghosts,
we’d all cower under the table, of course, of course!

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