Stories Entwined in My Memory's Mind
By: Ken Gosse

Oh, how importune was the fork to the spoon
upon setting sail beneath the full moon,
insisting she travel without her dear plate
as the pussycat fiddled away while they ate
nine-day-old cold pease pudding with whey and with curds—
for dessert, surprise pies filled with two-dozen birds!

Their sleepy friends cast off their small, wooden shoe
with an owl, dog, and cow, and with Piglet and Pooh,
but herring-fish stars that were caught in gold nets
had distracted the fork—an event he regrets—
for a washable dish and a runcible spoon
ran away, sailing off on their honeylagoon.


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