Chopsticks
I love a meal with chopsticks –
It’s elegant and fun.
I’m slowly eating, bit by bit,
When forkers are all done.
Each morsel’s daintily procured
And lifted to one’s lips;
Some concentration’s needed
So the food stays in its grips.
But once you get the hang of it,
You’ll dine with new delight,
A feeling of accomplishment
In every single bite.
Some people find it challenging,
But everybody should
Discover just how pleasant
It could be to eat with wood!
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