Three weeks ago, while sitting in a fast-food restaurant eating my cole slaw with a spork, I was surprised to find myself inspired by the utensil. I studied it from all directions. I played around with it to see what I could make it do. Then I scribbled this poem on my napkin. I battled myself for two weeks about whether to put this on my blog. For better or worse, here ‘tis.
Ode to a Spork
Consider, my friend, the versatile spork
Found from southern California to northern New York.
In soup, a spoon, in salad a fork.
Held upside down, it resembles a stork.
You may call its inventor a nerd or a dork,
But it made him a bazillion dollars.