Fork Poems - Poems about Fork

While in deep sleep tuning fork synchronized circadian rhythm in pitch perfect qi while channeling the energy of Google exemplified by cute and cuddly moogle. I awoke from mid-day siesta exuding peaceful easy feeling total all encompassing bliss suffused body electric of mine. Ecstasy resonated within these lovely bones triggering subliminal stimuli from head to toe profound tranquility linkedin entire corporeal essence, what me worry mindset bundled...

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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...

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When you come to my home for a visit, would you like a fork and knife, while eating your cel phone ?...

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i sat down at a table, and i picked up my fork. the fork had several noodles with sauce wrapped tightly around it, but when i picked it up, they slid away into the dark abyss....

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With several steel prongs tiny sharp swords attack all together as a very UNMERCIFUL horde. Although.... These "sharp steel prongs" don't do the slightest bit wrong. They pick up and deliver the food that helps you grow STRONG. A GALLOPING DENTURN form ©SamHarty...

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The fork and the spoon wondered what their baby would be I think he’ll be a fork, the fork said confidently, a fork like me! His wife the spoon kept quiet, but she kind of wanted a spoon. When they got a spork that looked like her, she was over the moon....

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Fork git about spooner hiz ham And join (singing the words in the next paragraph) whether alone in a traffic jam basting, cooking, then eating a lamb prepared by thee missus a superb culinary madam. “A Ram Sam Sam” Lyrics A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam Guli...

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Tis not the breath of God that killed the town, by a spree of dark and twisted clouds groaning, moaning and churning up the ground, these winds that roared in anger freight loads loud. The siren failed to give the folks alarm. Previous storms had simply passed on through. They knew not of this close impending harm. A forecaster prayed when seeing...

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It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines. It lay, distraught, in silence on the road. He came around the curve, saw it too late to swerve; the puncture caused his front tire to explode. A silver-plated fork, her lineage was perhaps York; a...

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that was worrying but not surprising for who can really tell who might leave what in drawers when we move home do we some times not find strange objects lurking we moved to a new home on saturday night we locked the front door my wife then asked me to check the cupboards upstairs "there might be someone in one"...

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'The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul.’ I'm scrambling up the crumbling cliffs the Pacific ocean is raging below it's heaving about roaring and thumping then sucking back with strong undertow It crashes and spits onto the shore bubbling the sand as the sea sweeps by high above me the gulls skirl and whirl in scattered squall of high-pitched cry close...

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Mary's fork is flat and harnessed. Ageless her husband had witnessed Amusing. She downs spaghetti Noodles with a glass of ice-tea. Kneading though air perfect noodles, Take care if thickens it curdles. Water is flavored with pork grease, Bit of salt, makes a masterpiece. Her incessant labors all day Yielding prudently toils away. Tomatoes, garlic, onion, Basil, parsley, in abundance. Steaming scent of oregano. Weaving sauce up to...

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A fork in the road; Not ready to let you go, I wage war with time....

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Fork fell in love on a tablecloth in the middle of winter Beef and noodles were being served, but he barely noticed A gorgeous newcomer was on the table, pink and fabulous. That cannot be a rose! He whispered to spoon, who ignored him. Spoon and he had been an item once upon a time, rainbows ago. Is that a...

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Take the road less traveled by The one of mud and filth For nothing ugly ever lies Alone, it counts its kills Take the road less traveled by The one of guilt and shame This one might lead to misery And you’re the one to blame Take the road less traveled by The one of blood and pain The path leads...

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