The Finger Bowl
Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 9:13 am
It’s a finger bowl Dave.
No! You can’t eat the lemon.
What’s it for then?
I guess that it’s just there for show.
And I think that its fragrance sweetens the water.
Much more than that mate, I really don’t know.
Can you drink it?
No Dave. I don’t think they’d like that.
It’s there so that diners can delicately dip.
Fair Dinkum! Ya yobbo! I don’t mean the bread roll.
It’s there for your fingers you bloody great drip.
That’s why they call it a finger bowl fella.
It’s there to give all of your digits a treat.
And since you’ve been eating mud crabs and oysters,
they probably smell like Cabbage Tree Creek.
What’s that?
You reckon the bowl should be deeper.
You can’t fit your fingers all the way in.
I give up mate. Enjoy! Do whatever you like.
Eat the lemon. Drink the water. Dunk your bread roll.
You win.
No! You can’t eat the lemon.
What’s it for then?
I guess that it’s just there for show.
And I think that its fragrance sweetens the water.
Much more than that mate, I really don’t know.
Can you drink it?
No Dave. I don’t think they’d like that.
It’s there so that diners can delicately dip.
Fair Dinkum! Ya yobbo! I don’t mean the bread roll.
It’s there for your fingers you bloody great drip.
That’s why they call it a finger bowl fella.
It’s there to give all of your digits a treat.
And since you’ve been eating mud crabs and oysters,
they probably smell like Cabbage Tree Creek.
What’s that?
You reckon the bowl should be deeper.
You can’t fit your fingers all the way in.
I give up mate. Enjoy! Do whatever you like.
Eat the lemon. Drink the water. Dunk your bread roll.
You win.