The fork danced across the plate.
While the spoon swam and dunked in the bowl.
The food was great, hot like an oven, which the fork and spoon loved.
The fork loved the taste of the pork.
The spoon loved the feeling of soup. The knife came in, angry, and cut up all the food.
At the end of everything, a delighted evening,
the forks and spoons were dirty.
They were put away to take a bath,
and get clean for next time.
