All hail the
spork, that fine
utensil, the great
And wond'rous
invention of the finest mind
From which only most discerning diners ate
And could never, in
nature, easily find.
This smooth
white form, plain and
unassuming,
A
marvel of design, no splade can compare
To this, yet fans are too often left fuming
When they cannot find it in stores
anywhere.
One can eat
pudding, or
corn, or
pie
For the spork has it all, 'tis both pointed and round!
Most useful
tool, this apple of my eye,
In
design never
flimsy, but solid and sound.
I could never revere a spoon or a fork,
But save my affections for the humble spork.