The silver spoon
Spilling gibberish, drool, and cream
In this morning’s Lobster Bisque
Screamed at him for not
Eating Cheerios in 1% milk
With silverware, or even
A plastic spoon.
(None would have to be polished
Rubbed by servants
And served, to feed
Your fat reflecting face).
ZoralinQ 
Shawna
April 5, 2017 at 6:00 pm
I love this. Fantastic.
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hypercryptical
April 5, 2017 at 7:12 am
Love it! I can understand the spoons point of view…I wouldn’t like to be a spoon…
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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kim881
April 5, 2017 at 2:13 am
Is that the spoon the dish ran away with? I like the thought in parentheses: ‘(None would have to be polished / Rubbed by servants / And served, to feed / Your fat reflecting face)’. If that’s what the spoon thinks, what on earth could be on the minds of knives and forks!.
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
April 5, 2017 at 12:34 am
Reminds me of being born with a silver spoon in your mouth… not easy being spoon
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frankhubeny
April 4, 2017 at 11:40 pm
I liked the first line with the spoon spilling gibberish and drool.
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whimsygizmo
April 4, 2017 at 10:41 pm
Sassy little spoon. 😉 Nice.
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paul scribbles
April 4, 2017 at 6:55 pm
A reflective piece on the spoon.
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Grace
April 4, 2017 at 6:47 pm
I love the voice from the spoon ZQ ~ The opening lines are my favorite ~
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jillys2016
April 4, 2017 at 6:30 pm
Wonderful! Your poem begged to be read several times before it would let go of me. Demanding things, these little verses of ours! Real joy to read!
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Glenn Buttkus
April 4, 2017 at 6:12 pm
Inanimate objects need love too; nice gentle rocking of the prompt. I longed for more silverware dialogue.
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Singledust
April 4, 2017 at 5:57 pm
such contradiction! lovely progression of thoughts over a simple meal event
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