Spoonology

 
With rumblings of war  
in the cutlery drawer
the tableware's finding its voice
Rumours are rife  
said the fork to the knife
though the teaspoons  
have cause to rejoice
 
It's alright for them
one quick stir  
and they're done
while I'm working my tines  
like a slave
all that prodding and stabbing  
and grinding on plates
in my job you learn to behave
 
I know what you mean
I think it's obscene  
the knife was forced to agree
They lie on a saucer  
as if they were queen
it doesn't make sense to me
While we do all the work  
they get all the perks
and then dipped in sugar  
for free
 
Unless something's done
I fear we cannot go on
It's hard work chasing a pea
Before they know better
we'll have spoons on the moon
shirking breakfast  
dinner and  tea