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Wednesday, March 26, 2008


Apologies to forks I have undone
I meant no harm to compliment the spoon.
A fork, as well, feeds all and everyone,
just with a different aim and manner too.

Ambition, marked by sharpness, greatness makes.
None matches grand achievement like a fork.
What else can jab a meatloaf or a cake
with such precision, grabbing up that pork?

And also, bold enough to learn more trades.
On icing, prongs make many little trails.
In gardens, other forks can dig all day.
And forks in roads make many sob and wail.

I’m sure that lofty goals may warrant blame.
But better to be eminent than tame.


  1. you know, Mike, I think you're being unfair. Instead of saying that this is incomparable, then that is unmatchable, you should just say everything's equal. It's like a different ghost comes into your dreams every night and harasses you to write a great poem about it. Actually, that'd be pretty freaky, seeing thousands of little forks crowding about you.

    And could you explain the first line? why would apologies be undone?

    If I write something totally unnecessary, you don't have to answer...(it's not like I'm trying to have more replies than you for some odd reason *wink wink nudge nudge*)

  2. Oh the first line is very weirdly worded (alliteration!). It means apologies to the forks (that are undone - or angered) that I offended. Hope it helps?

  3. I don't like to un-answer (new word?) because it seems mean, but most of the stuff you write is worthy of recognition anyway :)


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!