I took on the challenge of writing a poem about sporks. It really isn't that good, but it's the best I can do for now. Maybe someday a better spork poem will come along
Spork
Hello Stranger, do I know you
In your plastic guise
You look like two of my buddies
Spoon, a curvaceous gal
Great for my cereal or soup
But otherwise ignored by me
Fork, a prong-y guy
Works well with Knife
And used for almost everything
What's that you say?
Spoon and Fork merged
Now together as Spork.
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