The Fork Fell Twice
I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
The fork fell twice
While I tried to eat some rice
I cooked curry chicken and it was incredibly nice
It was filled with flavour and spice
I was in such a hurry to gobble down the meal
That I could not hold the fork and it fell pass my knee
It fell to the ground which may have had germs
But i had no time to go get another fork while my stomach churns
I picked it up and dived into the food
But before i could make a lift it fell again like a haunted painting in a room
I gave it a stern look while it laid there on the floor
I was getting angry and would not take any more
I gave the fork a stern warning and told it to be still
Else i would replace it permanently and its new home would be the garbage bin
I picked it up again and spun it around
To see if it picked up any bugs off the ground
I dived into my curried chicken once more
And the fork remained still for sure
I enjoyed my meal that day
I love my fork and now it is here to stay.
© 2020 Clive Williams
Comments
Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on February 14, 2020:
You are right Pam...it did end well...the curry chicken went where it was suppose to go.
Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on February 14, 2020:
Yes Flourish, the fork needs a behavioral lesson.
Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on February 14, 2020:
Ruby, if ever you decide to visit Jamaica i will get you some.
FlourishAnyway from USA on February 13, 2020:
A folk with a personality?
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on February 13, 2020:
I don't know about the fork, but I sure would like some curry chicken! CUTE.
Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on February 13, 2020:
I guess this was a magic fork that just had to learn to behave if it wanted a home. Alls well that ends well seems to apply here.
Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on February 13, 2020:
yes Eric...it is
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on February 12, 2020:
Reminded me of "The Teapot" by Anderson. Such magic is real.