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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