Short Utensil Poems

Childhood comes to an end     when you go from crayons to the pen




*In this case, pen can mean writing utensil or penitentiary....

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Best way to stop being a large dork
       Put that utensil down, named your fork!

                   
                    5/16/2021...

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Secret Love
Another Forking Poem

Shhhhhh... my precious love,
  silver, long, hard, utensil
     provider, of food.

by, Martin Braun
July 12, 2023...

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A professor has published his thesis
On removal of impacted faeces
Use the end of a pencil
Or a kitchen utensil
to dislodge clumps of faeces in pieces!

Told you it was a crap poem!

05/14/20...

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Wok

Main utensil
In kitchen

Fry and steam
All the food
The family eats

Meat and fish fry
All types of vegetables
Add a little oil
Fast stir fry cooking

There are tons of recipes
Oriental dishes are so famous
For generations, it is tradition
Many favorites can be cooked
Right in your own kitchen.
...

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Your special mushroom soup is brewing.
The witches were cackling.
And giving me funny looks.

You are our taste-tester
The oldest, toothless one said.
I readily nodded.

Thinking they would have to
release me from these well-tied ropes
so I could hold a utensil.

Not realizing they aimed
to spoon feed me.
My mistake....

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Woven into the fibers of every rug
   Burnished in the grains of hardwood floors
Shining in the panes of sunlit windows
   Carved into great oaken doors   

Gleaming in newly polished silver chalice
   A recipe of love, a woman's dearest wish
In the pride of her kitchen, aglow on each utensil
   Baked into her every dinner's dish...

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GRAMMAR   ALWAYS   RULES


If if and and were pots or pans
There would be fewer conjunctions 

But when  because  or  some such word
Was changed  into utensil it became  absurd

For although since the demise of if and and
There have been no other losses grand

Nevertheless, heretofore, notwithstanding
The loss, we must retain our conjunctioning...

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"Happy Birthday to you!"
As the last bars are sung
the cake is brought out
13 candles shinning
on top waiting to be
wished upon. 
With one wind sweep
the candles no longer
gleam.  And with one
downward motion
of a sharp, silver utensil,
the cake is cut into 
many slices.  
The cake is gone
in one glup.  Presents
of many shapes,
sizes, and colors 
are brought out 
and opened carefully.
It's a lovely
13th birthday....

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Woven into the fibers of every rug
  Burnished in the grains of hardwood floors
Shining in the panes of sun-lit windows
  Carved in stately oaken doors

Gleaming in newly polished silver chalice
  A recipe of love, a woman's dearest wish
The sparkle of her kitchen, aglow on each utensil
  Baked into her every dinner's dish




  Originally posted December 11, 2019
    CV-19 environs seem to make this
         poem even more relevant....

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You taunt me with your golden glow
But, a leaden heart lurks below.
A wooden tomb of future lore
Heroes and dragons enslaved in your core.

You taunt me with your golden glow
But, red-tipped error is all you show.
Just scribbles and scratches between each lull
The magic locked up when you’re sharp or dull.

You taunt me with your golden glow
But, I should not blame you. I already know.
You cannot be more than a simple utensil
You’re no creative muse. You’re only a pencil....

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