the fork thought the knife and spoon were against her
A conspiracy was in the works, their mission impure
She used her ring finger and accused them of a conspiracy
The spoon pointedly ignored her and stirred up his green tea
The knife was not as wise as the spoon and argued most of the day
It seemed to give them satisfaction said the spoon named Gray.
They are used to arguing, it is their way to be romantic he thought.
He had heard his parents scraping and hissing since he was a tot.
Categories:
silverware, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Personification
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Should Store the Silverware
Have you ever been in someone's attic?
And found them to be a frantic fanatic
Wondering where could be their brain
Knowing when to get out of the rain.
One night had desperate drastic dream
If he was President and reigned supreme
With hollow head in White House did live
And to elegant EPA a party would give.
Next day after he had gone out of town
Came back and water turned all brown
And why in world would you go to Flint
To hear someone with a Southern accent.
Next morning looked at White House lawn
Nothing was there and it all had gone
Popular belief and thought quite contrary
Not one note could poor President carry.
Then voters started coming out in throngs
White House is exactly where Hillary belongs
Knowing all things there she could take care
Including where they store the silverware.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
silverware, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Perhaps it fell down in some vent,
or erstwhile helped to pay the rent,
the sterling or the stainless, bent
or used it up to my content!
I counted one ~ the ice tea spoon
it's always last to meet its doom
Oh well, what matches not, resumes
and all utensils find their room!
The forks and spoons are numerous there
it seems, the odd ones go somewhere
that serving spoon of extra width
has ventured from the hot pot's skit!
Perhaps they want a better home
not thrown around, like some disown
not left to soak in dirty foam
and then to same tray's clutter thrown!
Impersonal, I wished I'd known
the heart of serving, smallest hone
and tenderly, knife, spoon and fork
placed side by side ~ a treasured work!
From The Kitchen Poet!
Categories:
silverware, food, space,
Form: Light Verse
From the wonder days of Thierry,
his every move makes us merry.
Then the magic of Wiltord,
reminds us he is the field Lord.
Oh! the fluidity and the best of Fabregas,
showing as though never out of gas.
The gracious quick feet of Theo,
shows the natural instinct of a Leo.
We may seem silent but not morbid,
slowly getting there and never rigid,
not this season? God forbid.
Winning a trophy is our major bid.
Letting go of Adebayor,
is like re-shuffling the cabinet of a Mayor.
Giving the chance to our great Ramsey,
gives football World something to fansy.
With the great prospect in Wilshere,
there would be enormous glory to share.
And the insurance we get from song,
indicates the reward will not be long.
We may seem silent but not morbid,
slowly getting there and never rigid,
not this season? God forbid.
Winning a trophy is our major bid.
Tip-tap the rolling ball is so classy,
but without a Trophy makes it messy.
Having a Commander-in-Chief like Persie,
makes the blending perfect and sexy.
And if you doubt, ask Chelsea.
Even though mocked by Bendtner,
still alive because we have Sagna.
The new intimidating team spirit is a signal
that soon every lip shall scream "Arsenal"
Categories:
silverware, hope, sports, god, god,
Form: Rhyme