Once Upon

Once upon an afternoon

I decided to try to bend my spoon

I grasped it firmly betwixt my hands

But the wily spoon had other plans

It wriggled free and then did fall

upon the floor with a parting call

"You've doused me in your soup so hot,

 and scooped ice cream with me a lot

and now I've had it up to here

another utensil you'll need I fear."

I chased my spoon outside the house

with speed it darted just like a mouse

it turned the corner of my block

but then received a nasty shock.

the sewer grating was spaced just so

and down it fell with a cry of woe

I dove to save it from the drain

and skinned my knees with the strain

I caught it with my hasty lunge

and pinned it hard above the sludge

I saved it before it all but went

but when I drew it out it came out bent

And so I did achieve my goal

And saved my spoon from a nasty hole

Perhaps this poem has struck a chord

and saved my reader from being bored.