There was a kitchen rarely used
Its owner are takeout
The utensils hung in steel racks
They rarely moved about
One day, were gathered in a box
Which closed with a firm grip
And they heard the zoom of a car
They all chorused,"road trip!"
Tablespoon, fork and eating knife
Were used for takeout meals
They listened to the utensils
With stranger tales and deals
Cutting knife said,"there was a time"
"When bread knife went missing"
"I squished that loaf as I cut it"
"Cola can laughed, hissing."
Ladle had nothing much to say
But recounted a tale
How he was used to scoop free juice
For kids at a bake sale
Slotted spoon said the only time
The owner used his head
Was when he raised half burnt plantains
From saucepan's hot oil bed
Spatula wailed as she recalled
How her sharp iron edge
Was used to divide a round cake
"Reduced it to one wedge!"
Serving spoon mocked the spatula
Called her a cry baby
Then boasted of her usefulness
"Served dishes, times many."
Wooden spoon sighed as she listened
Was never used at all
Chopping board chuckled at the tales
"Tis better than the wall"
The car stopped and the box was moved
Was opened afterwards
New fingers held the utensils
All used from then onwards
