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Ode to Sporks

June 2, 2015
By ThePostman BRONZE, Mt. Horeb, Wisconsin
ThePostman BRONZE, Mt. Horeb, Wisconsin
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Spoon or fork
you are not.
Like an Arnold Palmer
you are a perfect
half and half.
Together in harmony
you live in eternity.

Never again
do I have to choose
between noodles
falling off my spoon
or soup
running through my fork.
No longer
we must suffer
needing a spoon
and a fork.

You, spork, are like
the hand of god
dipped in the lake
of righteousness.
Remembered forever
as the invention
that changed
the world.
One that
comes 2nd only
to the wheel.
Debatable.

Gone are the days of spoon or fork
come are the days of
spork.
 



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