Noodles

   
Noodles
  
I stopped by at the noodle-shop
And ate my steaming noodles.
And afterwards, I sipped my tea
And drew, on napkins, doodles.

A woman came to order and
I noticed, then, her poodles
That waited for her, by the door,
Until she left – with oodles.

Now were those noodles for herself
Or were they for her poodles,
I wondered, idly, as I sipped
My tea and drew my doodles.

But this I knew – she'd ordered such
A quantity of noodles,
That even after she was full,
Her dogs could still have oodles.

2014 July 24th, Thu.
Brooklyn