The Fork not Taken

Theo Buitendyk

Theo Buitendyk is a 30 year old Canadian, married with children, and despises that show. His poems are thoughtful and usually somewhat sad (some would suggest in more ways than one...) Although he is not a sports fan, he is partial to a good play on words, provided it doesn't become too punishing. In his spare time, he spices up his life by playing with words. This is, in his experience, generally safer than playing with fire, though not as effective at roasting marshmallows.

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Two utensils sat on a table of wood, 
And sorry I could not eat with both 
And be table-mannered, long I stood 
And inhaled th' aroma, deep as I could, 
Whilst considering my lateral growth; 

Then took up the spoon, as just as fair, 
And having perhaps the better claim, 
Because it was larger, like the clothes I wear 
(Though as for those, from eating there, 
Unworn, I need'st replace them all the same). 

The silverware, that dinner, equally lay 
Beside the plate upon their back. 
Oh, I kept the fork for another day! 
Though knowing how weight leads to weight 
I doubted if I could ever put the spoon back. 

I shall be telling this with a burp 
Somewhere pounds upon pounds hence: 
Two utensils with which to slurp - 
I took the spoon, then a little twerp, 
And that has made all the difference. 
 

 - Weird Al Frost 
 

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