Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Count Your Spoons

Count Your Spoons

We needed spoons
Old Mother Hubbard
and I
so we ransacked
that cupboard

The poor old dog
didn't stand
a chance - 
no gallivanting
up and down
and all around town
when you're counting spoons

Sport goes first -at a dozen spoons for a wig,
that jig
is too darned expensive

at two spoons and a cake fork -
maybe not

Still, no worries
about the tripe, or the pipe,
it's hard to eat,
when the cupboard is bare

Forget the wine,
white or red,
or standing on your head
when you're counting spoons

standing up,
taking a walk,
every luxury is
bartered away

And once you have
dragooned every single spoon,
determination will get you to the day,
when there are only
three spoons

and stolen.

A.J. Ponder 

Today's poem is brought to you in honour of the  Spoon Theory (http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory/) Hope you enjoy.


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