2021-08-25

A Spoon

We wish we had a spoon to sleep in
nestled in a cosy ball
we'd be a dumpling fresh and steamy
a big ole matzoh ball in fall!
spoons we hear are very comfy
not that we would know —
we're composed of lightning, hail,
graters, razorwire and woe

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