The Spork that we worship today
Has a life story you may not know
From a male fork and a female spoon
A little young spork did grow
He was known as the great Dalai Spork
Renowned far and wide
He disappeared after he had a son
No one knows where he hides
His son is the Spawn of Spork
One of many, but he's the heir
He wouldn't be in charge today
But being oldest, was only fair
When you remember the Dalai Spork
Think of the Spawn that is now
And remember that new and different is good
But it gets to be old somehow.
Author notes
HAha, I might have to work on this one...pretty bad.
Please tell me what you think
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Lmao!
This is perfect, Amelia!
I love Sporks! and now I know the story of how they came to be. I'll never look at a spork the same again.
no matter to topic, you're poetry is always well put together and always flows well. You can take the most off the wall sujects and make great poetry with it. Funny, and still good.
well done,
-Dustin-
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Haha, a very cute poem! I like it a lot.
There is a great flow and very few if any errors.
Some points are kind of repative but in a good way.
Over all great write. -
Lmfao. This is so good!! Hahaha! SPORK. I am yet to see one. Though we have splades here, mebbeh the elder fornicated with a k-nife to produce splades? woot woot!
Well fucking Mc-done! Grand work from you yet again!!
MORE MORE!! ENCORE ENCORE!! ( I'm so lame -.-)
hehehehe!! x x x -
haha wonderful!! WONDERFUL!!!! Miss you my darling. Sorry I haven't been in touch... long time away from the internet tell Aletia that we all must have a big gathering... maybe at my new house when we move in. i don't know... anyway!! love to you!
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