Spoons

Spoons, spoons, spoons
I love my spoons
They stir and dip,
They hold what I sip
They are my dear, dear spoons.

I just love the spoons
In them, I can see the moon!
Upside down, of course
But who cares
When you've got spoons?

Oh, those lovely spoons!
I may only have but two
But they serve me well
In this one-room hell
Of dormitory loons

You know what else,
I clean my spoons
Immediately after use
The antibacterial soap ensures
The cocoa I shall not pollute

Oh YES I love those spoons!
What a wonderful thing they be!
To eat soup without, just think
How much it would stink
Not to mention be very messy

And so concludes the poem
That I dedicate to all those spoons
Though you may rust
Or be covered in dust
To me you shall always be
God-given boons