Silver Spoon

I wish I had been born with a silver spoon

A dessert spoon to be precise

With which to eat the sweet delights

My taste buds to entice.

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Trifles, cakes, buns and custards

Throughout my life, I’ve forever lusted

Carts of tarts, apple pies and mounds of juicy dates

Seeing desserts laid before me, I can’t help but salivate.

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My silver spoon takes a dive

Into lakes of toffee sauce

Takes twirls around peaks of whipped ice cream

And Scoops up the sprinkles in which it all is tossed.

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Then on to chocolate cake with Chantilly cream

And ice cream on the side

The lamplight glints off my silver spoon

As it takes another dive.

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But alas, I awake covered in drool

My pillow soaking wet

The silver spoon was just the moon

I sigh with faint regret.

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My pillow, oh my pillow,

The marshmallow I munched to pieces

Now lies strewn over my poor bed

The feathers from the geese’s.