An Irony Poem by Walterrean Salley

One was given a silver spoon
With which he should eat.
"Ahhhhhh! He said. This would make
My dinner the more sweet."

He sat himself at the table,
Expecting with a THRILL.
He ate, and ate, and ate.
He ate till he was ill.

Another was given a shovel
With which he should dig.
"Myyyyyy, " He said. "Now I can plant
My garden seeds and twigs."

So, off he went to the field
To cultivate the ground,
Where he sowed and fertilized
With manure all around.

And so it was, at harvest time,
He had food to spare.
Happy, healthy, and blessed—
He was thrilled to share.