An Appetizer

The food was chased by a bent tine fork Along the surface of a smooth glass plate, Eventually was skewered with brute force torque. A similar force confronted an unyielding cork But for this event, on this mechanical date, The food was chased by the bent tine fork. A stab of grace presented the French basted pork And lingered face front like scavenger bait, Eventually was skewered with brute force torque. Such moaning and discontent, could it have been more late From a Five Star Diner in the village of York? The food was chased by a bent tine fork. It was not prepared by a chef but by a dork More worthy of satiric praise than glowing hate, Eventually was skewered with brute force torque. The Maitre d’Hotel offered his black plastic spork Immensely gracious but too late. The food was chased by a bent tine fork, Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.