Copyright ©1996,2003 Jesse Welton
Small white stick
With concave scooper,
Plastic spoon
So super-duper,
Who could leave you
On the table,
Who to take you
Had been able?
Lost, alone,
A sorry sight,
This spoon left frightened
In the night,
Is lying silent
On the table,
So lonely
And so vulner-able.
Alas, poor spoon,
O woe and mourn!
I wish to take you,
But I'm torn!
So far away
Upon the table,
I wish to reach,
But I'm not able.
Spoon, spoon, spoon!
O, to hold and woo!
My dear sweet spoon,
I must have you!
Your plastic whiteness
Draws me near,
But still I can't - quite -
Reach, I fear.
Even as I
Yearn for you,
I must accept
It to be true
That you and I
Will never meet,
Unless I get
Out of my seat.
Small white stick
With concave scooper,
Plastic spoon
So super-duper,
Who'd not take you
For to cradle,
My small white cuddly
Plastic ladle?
Is standing up
So terrible?
Too much effort?
Unbearable?
Understanding.
Bitter cold.
Now I know:
I'll not you hold.
Small white stick
With concave scooper,
Plastic spoon
So super-duper,
Who could leave you
On the table,
Who to take you
Had been able?
I do not know
How you got there,
And tomorrow you'll be
I know not where,
But in this moment
I love you more
Than ever I loved
A spoon before.