Leftovers

I loved my fat Thai noodles. They were such a perfect lunch; But after four big dumplings, I was filled up quite a bunch. I ate as much as I could eat. The portion was absurd; ‘Cause when I lay my chopsticks down, I’d only scarfed a third. The waiter took my leftovers And packed them in a tin, With plastic cover and A paper bag to put them in. He left it on my table And I took it when I paid, Real pleased that dinner for tonight Was sitting there, all made. But walking home, quite suddenly My meal came crashing through. The soggy-bottomed bag had ripped, So what was I to do? For on the sidewalk was displayed Pad See Ew in its glory. I scooped it up as best I could, And that’s the end of story. There is a moral to this tale – When you go out to eat, A noodle in the belly beats A noodle on the street!