things ain't what they used to be

 
 
 
after work I stopped into
the oldest spaghetti house  
in town for dinner
 
on the wall was a black
and white picture of Dean  
Martin dumping a huge  
kettle of pasta onto a  
counter top
 
       (Dean Martin was born
         in this town)
 
the place, as usual, was
packed and filled with the
aroma of tomatoes, garlic  
and bread
 
there's nothing fancy to
this place, just several  
generations making
the best pasta in town
 
I'm shown a table
 
look at the menu  
       (but I already know  
         what I'm ordering)
 
ORDER UP!
 
fettuccine with mushroom
sauce, a small no frills
salad, bread and butter..  
 
and man-oh-man I'm ready!
 
the sever sits down my
plate
 
I unfold the napkin...
 
knife
   check
 
fork
   check
 
spoon
  spoon?
 
where was my spoon!?
 
how can one eat pasta
properly with no DAMM
SPOON!
 
how the hell can i twirl  
my noodles with no
DAMM SPOON!
 
now I understand that
college students going
to Ivy league schools
can no longer tell you
about the Phythagorean
theorem of the right  
sided triangle
 
and I understand that
some college students
can't figure our how many
dimes make a dollar  
 
or know who we fought
in the revolutionary War
or that we fought a second  
revolutionary War in 1812,
or that we even had a  
civil war
 
I can live with
that...
 
BUT NO SPOON FOR
MY SPAGHETTI !
 
THATS IT!
 
Thumbs down
 
game over
 
civilization has come
to a hells fire  
end
 
and there nothing left  
to do but to sprinkle  
man's ashes over the  
cannoli
 
spaghetti without a
spoon?????
 
what do they think  
I am
 
some great slobbering  
ape?
 
Kid...things ain't what they
used to  
be