Dim Sum - A Painful Morsel-Pull

Bring to my table, your circular tray
Chef, at your corner eat away
Serve, if you’re able, and make my day
Bring to my table, your Dim Sum

Round and around, your parboiled flour
Tongue spellbound, in my shrimp-filled hour
Minced and ground, your pork wields power
So Bring to my table, your Dim Sum

Bring to my table, your fried wonton
O humble chef, you are ever on song
In your Chinatown yard, you are Dumpling Don
Bring to my table your Dim Sum

Much esteemed, is your duckling shaved
Moistened and steamed, in your starch-ball draped
Dead but redeemed, and bite-size shaped
Bring to my table your Dim Sum

Circular trays, stacked one by one
Empty as whistles, and shared by none
Hunger now sleeps in dream-laden buns
A leaf from a fable, your Dim Sum!!