It was a mistake to bring my new fork out with me.
The old forks were waiting
Their prongs and tynes sharpened
like talons on a cupped hand
My fork was unassuming, ready for a good knife out
As smooth as bread and butter
Fork off you little cutlery
Someone yelled out
Forkinetically she didn’t seem to hear it
And speared me a warm smile
She had enough on her plate
I gave the old forks the fingers
You could have cut the air with a knife.
I’m a better fork than she is, one said
What do you fork n see in her? She desserts better.
It was a knife in the back
Forket it I said you’ll never be as knife and sweet as she is
Another fork pitched in, Hey, is she better than me?
I’ve forked worse
It’s a forkgone conclusion I said
She gave a quick flash like forked lightning
Remember that fork in the road? She said, licking her lips
Another fork hoisted up her skirt
Bet she doesn’t have legs as knife as these
It was a cutting remark
She looks forky years old at least
How can you fork get what we had between us?
She must have cost you a forktune,
It was a forkpronged attack
Stop your forking behaviour I don’t fork n knife it
You dirty forks, I screamed.
My shiny new fork looked at me forkedly,
Can we go home spoon? She said,
We’re running out of tynes and it’s been a pronged knife
Terence Rissetto
