Ode To Fork

Oh! Fork, you are so silver and strong.

You help me eat my salad.

This is why I write a ballad.

 

Oh! Fork with no distinct handle.

Picked up ham, cucumber and leaf

Cheese and Onion and beef

 

Oh! Smooth and sultry fork.

You have now fallen into Shadow

Woe Woe Woe Woe Woe Woe

 

Oh! Fork I mourn for your presence.

It was you with whom I shared my lunches.

Now the bin will take my punches.

 

Oh! Fork, you slipped in there by accident.

As I emptied my box

I made a right cock up. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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