The fork got left in the middle of the
road
When the dish ran away with the spoon
He wanted to give chase
But soon gave up the race
Because he still had feelings for the
broom
He returned to the kitchen
The broom started bitchin’
About the smell of the spoon on his
stem
He wanted to confess
About the love he needed to address
To achieve the closure of them
The words he would fumble
And the relationship would crumble
As the broom swept him out of his den.
This rhyme has no meaning
The kitchen needs cleaning
There is grease spattered on the floor
I think I am done
This rhyme has been fun
I must now go finish my chore.
Good2begone 