507 - Oodles of noodles

Tonight there’s a meal at Wagamama!
We’ll all have big bowls of soup and noodles:
A Japanese food fest and office blah,
The big mouths holding court with their poodles.
We won’t bother with chopsticks like needles;
We’ll probably use spoons or even drink
It down quickly, probably spilling puddles
On laps, napkins and tablecloth; the clink
Of glasses partly to blame. Once we sink
The soup, our group will regroup at a bar
Where we’ll knock back a few pints and bottles.
I’m writing this now coz it’s hard to think
Straight, sozzled with a grape and grain mixture,
When you get home again, all befuddled.
Thur 24 Jan 2008