Spoon

There was a boy 

Who had a toy 

He made out of a spoon.   

And he would play 

To start each day 

And end each afternoon.   

And he would dance 

And run and prance 

And love his Spoonie so!   

And everywhere, 

With love so rare, 

The boy and spoon would go.   

And then one day, 

While out to play, 

They met some angry guys.   

With smirks and sneers, 

These jerks with jeers 

Shot lightning from their eyes!   

And all too soon, 

They stole the spoon 

And called the boy a dork!   

He gave no cry— 

Made no reply— 

Just brought out Mister Fork.