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[HANASHIR:1878] Re: Quiet
- From: NeilNFW <NeilNFW...>
- Subject: [HANASHIR:1878] Re: Quiet
- Date: Thu 03 Dec 1998 02.17 (GMT)
Ask and ye shall receive ---
Erev Christmas
>
> Twas the night before Christmas, and we, being Jews,
> My girlfriend and me-we had nothing to do.
> The Gentiles were home, hanging stockings with care,
> Secure in their knowledge St. Nick would be there.
> But for us, once the Hanukkah candles burned down,
> There was nothing but boredom all over town.
>
> The malls and the theaters were all closed up tight;
> There weren't any concerts to go to that night.
> A dance would have saved us, some ballroom or swing,
> But we searched through the papers; there wasn't a thing.
>
> Outside the window sat two feet of snow;
> With the wind-chill, they said it was fifteen below.
> And while all I could do was sit there and brood,
> My girl saved the night and called out "CHINESE FOOD!"
>
> So we ran to the closet, grabbed hats, mitts and boots
> To cover out heads, our hands, and our foots.
> We pulled on our jackets, all puffy with down.
> And boarded "The T," bound for old Chinatown.
>
> The train nearly empty, it rolled through the stops,
> While visions of wontons danced through our kopfs.
> We hopped off a Park Street; the Common was bright
> With fresh-fallen snow and the trees strung with lights,
>
> Then crept through "The Zone" with its bums and its thugs,
> And entrepreneurs selling ladies and drugs.
> At last we reached Chinatown, rushed through the gates,
> Past bakeries, past markets, past shops and cafes,
>
> In search of a restaurant: "Which one? Lets decide!"
> We chose "Hunan Chozer," and ventured inside.
> Around us sat other Jews, their platters piled high
> With the finest of foods their money could buy:
>
> There was roast duck and fried fake squid, (sweet, sour and spiced,)
> Dried kosher beef and mixed veggies, lo mein and fried rice,
> Whole fish and moo shi and "shrimp" chow mee foon,
> And General Gaus chicken and ma po tofu....
>
> When at last we decided, and the waiter did call,
> We said: "Skip the menu!" and ordered it all.
> And when in due time the food was all made,
> It came to the table in a sort of parade.
>
> Before us sat dim sum, spare ribs and egg rolls,
> And four different soups, in four great, huge bowls.
> The courses kept coming, from spicy to mild,
> And higher and higher toward the ceiling were piled.
>
> And while this went on, we became aware
> Every diner around us had started to stare.
> Their jaws hanging open, they looked on unblinking;
> Some dropped their teacups, some drooled without thinking.
>
> So much piled up, one dish after the other,
> My girlfriend and I couldn't see one another!
> Now we sat there, we two, without proper utensils,
> While they handed us something that looked like two pencils.
>
> We poked and we jabbed till our fingers were sore
> And half of our dinner wound up on the floor.
> We tried-how we tried! -- but, sad truth to tell,
> Ten long minutes later and still hungry as well,
>
> We swallowed our pride, feeling vaguely like dorks,
> And called to our waiter to bring us two forks.
> We fressed and we feasted, we slurped and we munched.
> We noshed and we supped, we breakfasted and lunched.
>
> We ate till we couldn't and drank down our teas
> And barely had room for our fortune cookies.
> But my fortune was perfect; it summed up the mood
> When it said: "Even if it was kosher, it was still Chinese food!."
> And my girlfriend-well ... she got a real winner;
> Hers said: "Your companion will pay for the dinner."
>
> Our bellies were full and at last it was time
> To travel back home and write some bad rhyme
> Of our Chinatown trek (and to privately speak
> About trying to refine our chopstick technique).
>
> The MSG spun round and round in our heads,
> As we tripped and we laughed and gaily we said,
> As we carried our leftovers home through the night;
> "Good Yom Tov to all-and to all a Good Night!"
- [HANASHIR:1878] Re: Quiet,
NeilNFW