Tin Can By Tin Can, 4th Feb 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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I was always being told that self praise is no praise at all. But, I love this poem and think it to be one of my funniest. When you break it down, it can be a bit grim in parts. The aspects of jealousy is what jumps out at me first and foremost. We all have a hint of jealousy in us in varying degrees.


The spoon was a loon,
Who made my girl swoon,
After this stainless steel buffoon.

Why oh why...,
Did my girl have the eye,
For this round headed guy?

It was absurd,
For the word I heard,
Was, he always stirred.

A stirrer he be,
But she could not see,
And accomplices had he.

A knife and a fork,
Who would never talk,
When, in the act, all three were caught.

They would lay in wait,
For a dinner plate,
And a feast, they always ate.

Once the crime was done,
The spoon, he'd continue the fun,
For he was the greedy one.

I devised a plan,
I'd go to Uri, cap-in-hand,
To take out this metal man.

All bent out of shape,
From rubbing his nape,
Uri, was, just great.

So this undersize ladle,
Is no longer able,
To dress, any table.

And my girl swoons no more,
For this mangled, old bore,
That once was ever so cook sure.


Accomplices, Can, Crime, Dinner, Eye, Girl, Knife, Nape, Plan, Spoon, Swoon, Table, Tin, Word

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author avatar Tin Can
My poetry tend to veer towards feelings of emotion. Love. Sex. Desire. Most of my verses will reflect these sentiments as I mainly write straight from the heart. 31 Jan 15.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
13th Feb 2015 (#)

Had a good laugh. Thank you.

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