The biggest thing I ever had was a spoon the size of York
I had a knife that was larger than life
But only had an ordinary fork.
The amount of soup, I could shift in one scoop
Was on record as being the most
Acres of cheese I could spread with such ease
But the fork was for baked beans on toast
All good things must come to an end
As the spoon was considered a threat
Whilst stirring up gravy, the marines and the navy
Closed in with their strategic net
They shot it to bits, in a turbulent blitz
I never saw spoony again
I sleep bad at nights with sweating and fits
In my heart is a terrible pain
But I know in my soul, the biggest spoon of them all
is still there with the stars and the moon.
And the years seem to fly as my life passes by
We’ll meet once again, one day soon.
Now that I don't smoke, I have time on my hands, legs and part of my neck.
Have a splendid Friday Evening folks.
Love nonsense and cutlery