An old man and his spoon
Sat there from 7 to Noon
5 long hours he had waited
He sat and then contemplated
Pacing patiently back and forth
Walking south, then to the North
he carried the spoon in his hand
Reasoning we would’nt understand
For Five hours he had to think
Pacing by the freshly emptied sink
Near by the dishwasher growling mean
A bowl for his spoon was becoming clean
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