Spoon Poem by Tin Can

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.