A Doggerel Love Poem

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Doggerel (n) com­ic verse com­posed in irreg­u­lar rhythm.

Chair ran away with Spoon
Leaving Fork dis­con­so­late
But the consulate’s Chef set things right
he pro­claimed Fork, “King” and Fork’s
chair the “king’s throne.” Still Fork tripped
over Chair’s legs bend­ing his tines as he fell
So, then there were
too many tiny
tine errors
for Fork not to notice.

Eventually, Chair and Fork returned 
to the con­sulate
dis­con­so­late togeth­er
indeed, there was no joy
that night for Chair was scratched
Fork was bent
and only Spoon
could find solace in
Whole-
ness.

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