Two Chinese brothers came to town.
Later, they were cousins.
Then, later later, they were brothers again.
Who shared two small poodles.
I liked the older one’s sweater.
It had a regular tiger spilling out of the neck,
Not especially fierce,
Though I know tigers are more than just a quantity of “fierceness”.
He was a smoker, too.
It bothered his counterpart.
The younger man was a radio-host.
I had no idea if he had a voice
They offered me tea.
“It is from a 500 year old tree” they said.
“The leafs are age for 20 years” they said.
It was very fine, and I drank it,
Trying to appreciate it,
But resembling an ogre in an opera house.
I, Chinese Husband
They gave me a Chinese name, and it meant “husband”.
I later found out that tiger sweater was worth more than my car.