You Forgot Your Food

In late March of 1964, my ex-wife and I got some news;
We were going to need a bedroom, painted pink or baby blues!
Yes, we soon would be young parents, in November was she due;
The first grandchild for both families, her tummy slowly grew!
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One night in early April, we went to dinner at the Mandarin;
A very nice Chinese establishment, where we both had often been!
We ate our supper at the restaurant, and got her parents food to go;
They brought it in two paper bags, just before my wife was feeling low!
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All of a sudden, she had to throw up, atop our table did it land;
I emptied the food out of one bag, said “I’ll clean up as best I can”!
I took a bunch of paper napkins, and lots of water from our glass;
I did a really excellent job of cleaning, this test I truly passed!
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We put her parent’s food in the other bag, then quickly paid our bill;
But as we were walking to the parking lot, we heard a voice so shrill!
Our waiter screamed “You Forgot Your Food”, the bag of puke was in his palms;
The two of us thanked him profusely, then sped away with lots of qualms!
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                                 Our slate was so clean
                          But the past caught up with us
                                   Surely not our bag