Potatoes

I am at
The formal
Dining room on
A ship when a lady
Across the table asks
Me to be entertaining and
As she is not drunk yet I feel
She is bored and wants to mess
With me at a full table so I say
My entertainment skills are
Small potatoes but she is
Not going to let it go so
I take my fork in hand
But do not jab her in
The eye but instead
Borrow a dinner
Fork spearing
Two small
Russet
Potatoes
On my plate
Pretending to
Put one potato shoe
Behind the other then walk
The potato shoes on fork legs
Around the table between us
Crossing one potato shoe
And fork leg over the
Other swinging the
Small potato shoe
Up and down as
The lady smiles
And says it is
An imitation
Of Charlie
Chaplin
And I
Say
We have
A winner but
Her smile has
Broken her icy
Disposition as the
Table laughs with her.
Entertainment ain’t fer sissies.