Yester Cutleries
Before the knife, before the fork,
Before their child (the plastic spork)
There was a time when food was tough
And folks would have to get quite rough
To break the bread or slice some meat
You’d need a grunk, or iron gleet
To stir the broth, so thick and gnarly
Fetch yourself a thrice-pronged Charlie
Then slowly, as the years drew on
The need for these, at last, was gone
No more use for delving clenchers
Set aside your nogs and flenchers
Yet, still, we use the wretched fludge
The kitchen tool that wouldn’t budge
It stuck around—and what a boon
For, now it’s called the common spoon!
by Tom Chitty
Here’s Wendy’s failed attempt to spoon with Gary: