PRELUDE TO THE AFTERNOON OF A SPORK
By Brent Moore

I walked in the lunchroom
              and what saw my eyes
Was a new utensil
              that was in disguise:
The unlikely union
              of a spoon and fork.
What is this new item?
              They call it a spork.
So how can I use it?
              So what does it do?
I picked up a morsel;
              it helped me to chew.
Now, why is it useful,
              why would I want one?
The fork was too runny,
              the spoon won't hold on.
So, ring out the tidings
              and unpop the cork.
My cabinet's new member:
              it's my friend, the spork.

Copyright 1998