“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label spork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spork. Show all posts
Saturday, January 2, 2016
A morsel of musing
If I were to pinpoint
precisely where and when
it happened
I knew
to follow the line
back to the pole
when I happened upon
a spork in the road.
White on black,
the day as clearly as clouds be,
and plastic albeit,
yet it stopped me, dimeless,
there on my deceased steps,
breath on the line...
In a round-about way, you could say
I was stuck in the smooth palm,
it's well
being surrounded by sharp
tines
to be
deployed in case
the next course
require more-
I am sure, that was the sign
that read
Be ready,
either way.
Image By Jeffqyzt (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Three Sporks.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Made in America
Made in America
We use some odd gadgetry,
primarily based on utility-
but sometimes things don't follow the plan-
especially when it comes to innovative man.
Some of these things are outdated or no longer used-
but oh how they continue to keep our simple minds amused.
For writing you can't beat a simple pencil-
it forgets and never bleeds, a perfect utensil.
But what about the ideal eating implement- the spork?
Preferred at picnics and in prison -it scoops both beans and pork.
The umbrella is great for rain-
but in the wind becomes a useless pain.
A fluffy scarf wrapped around your neck-
out in the cold it covers this small speck.
TV trays are really portable tepee tables-
used for much more than food and fables.
A trampoline is hopping fun-
until someone gets hurt and it's done.
For girls nail polish and lipstick are pretty paints-
but considered sinful by the Saints.
Boys chase balls and lift weights
Just hoping to score more dates.
Used books are better than timeshare-
But often include dog ears, markings and a funny air.
An analog watch will never go to sleep-
your time it will always keep.
Some people take pleasure in a silly rhyme,
after all -it passes the time.
Image By Makaristos (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
1st published 10/25/14.
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