POETRY

The Napkin

An ingenious tool

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Why does no poem extol the napkin?
Does nothing rhyme with this invention
that’s so convenient when eating stew?
Without it, what’s a man to do
when bits of dinner go AWOL,
guided missiles aimed to fall
upon a freshly laundered shirt?
We’d have no choice but to wear dessert
or make retreat to the nearest loo,
in a vain attempt to mute the hue.
The serviette’s a true and faithful servant,
one that deserves sincere and fervent
praise. Shall we not then raise a glass?
Oops, a spill,
and red wine will
not come out.

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