The spoon is my archnemesis
All of my noodles lay scattered upon the floor
My plate mocking me with its square-toothed smile
What have I done to deserve such treachery?
I thought us united by a common bond
But the crafty fork,it seems,has split us apart
Never to be joined harmoniously again
I will now cast an untrusting eye on you,O spoon
Your hollow depths deceiving me for the final time
No more will I clean your shiny surface
You,dear spoon,leave me NO choice.....
I must consume ALL my edibles with my hands