Spooning - a Poem For Casarah

Casarah Nance has been posting some poems with wonderful double entendres in the titles - here is mine for her Where would I be without my cup of tea The humble tiny teaspoon is the one for me When I want some soup I head for the cutlery draw The soup spoon is nestled there – who could ask for more If I am after a pudding I use a dessertspoon Use it for my ice cream on a sunny afternoon The tablespoon I use with my Sunday dinner To serve up my vegetables it really is a winner Spooning in bed – I do that every night Arms wrapped around my body - it a sheer delight Jan Allison 10th July 2014