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| Ode To A Spork by © tricksterwombat Over hill and over dale My trusty spork it doth not fail To pierce the writhing body Of the quick and wily snail Anorexic I would surely be If not for my trusty spork, you see Spam and eggs and greasy beef stew Would naught but be unknown to me Ambrosia, green Jell-o, red potato too Macaroni, carrot raisin, pasta fazool Deli delights I'd have never known If not for the breathless wonder of you Oh spork! Devine spork! Fine cutlery of the dork Ne'er will I let them say of you: "A-ah, it's just a round fork" Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any spork currently in use or recyled is purely coincidence. No snails were harmed in the making of this poem, and at all times was monitored closely by ASC™ (American Snail Conservancy). |
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