Missing Fork
The dinner was ready, all handled with care,
when she opened the box with the nice silverware.
She let out a sigh
then started to cry
'cause a fork was no longer there.
Up jumped her husband as quick as a flash
and, bringing a torch, hurried out to the trash.
He did find the fork
but he looked like a dork
when he knocked down the trash with a crash!
Copyright © Jim Healey | Year Posted 2024
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