Knife and Fork

Knife and Fork

Knife and Fork

How was it this morning?
The eggs were too soft,
Difficult to lift
Says Fork to Knife.
The toast was too hard,
Says Knife to Fork.
They clatter together.

The dinner was worse,
The steak was too hot,
Too leathery to cut
Says Knife to Fork
And my prongs were bent
On the bones
Says Fork to Knife.

It’s all about work,
In terms of better or worse,
Knife is blunt,
Fork is bent.
Manipulated,
By other hands,
They cannot tell
How the food tastes.