This one night for dinner, we had company.
The table was set and we all were hungry.
I got a handful of ham and another of Brie.
“Don’t eat with your fingers!” Dad yelled at me.
This was a surprise! I was taken aback!
I grabbed a handsaw and started to hack.
It hurt quite a lot and food’s harder to consume
Since I eat without my fingers (which I left in my room).
Poem: Finger Food
