So do you get excited about getting new plates? OK, I admit that I have gotten a little overstimulated by that in the past. I also confess that I don’t change tableware all that often. Still, there can be something about seeing your meal on a different dish that can make a meal seem revitalized. Whatever people say about the presentation, however, the pudding remains the proof.
So, in that spirit, I give you two limericks. One commemorates the time that we got new trays in the prison dining hall. This kind of moment was always an occasion. New trays, new plastic spoons and forks (even plastic knives are technically contraband), new plastic cups, these are all petroleum-based and weirdly pleasant breaks in mind-dulling routine. What the tools of eating can’t change, however, is the food itself. And a change in menu is met, in prison, with far more skepticism than a new style of spork.
The presence of new dining trays Might entertain us for days. But it's just a game. The food is still lame. The kitchen's not changed up its ways. I'm dying for some jambalaya, That just doesn't taste like a tire. I'd think it unreal To get a good meal. To find one I might walk through fire.