The Plate and the Spoon (FREEDOM)
Oh! How I wish
Said the plate to the spoon
As side by side they lay
That I could be given freedom
From bearing food
For just for one whole day
I carry their cake
Their bread and their tart
And To them it doesn’t matter
That me a little platter
Should have feelings
Of the heart
Oh! Hush you now
Sighed the silver spoon
Be still and I will set you free
Praise the Lord that you’re not a cup
Infused brown by Oolong tea
Better a plate
Than a carving knife
Or the tines of the stabbing fork
With its endless pickle pricking
Green peas and noodles sticking
Twixt the crackling and dripping pork
Oh! How I wish
Cried loud the plate
That I could be where the wild wind blows
Beside the lake where woodbine grows
To feel God’s rain upon my face
To disappear and leave no trace
Gus Jonsson
Fri 15th Oct 2010 16:16
Thank you one and all for your outrageously encouraging comments you are all very kind.
It seems to me that FREEDOM is a catalyst of circumstance, for example the cigarette crying for freedom is at once set ablaze and is extinguished humiliatingly into the stench of the ash tray who in turn cries out to be set free from its foul labour.
Of course not one of them realising that the cigarette smoker desires to cease his or hers odorous habit and be set free ….and so on.
Once again many thanks
Gus xx