All hail the spork, that fine utensil, the great
And wond'rous invention of the finest mind
From which only most discerning diners ate
And could never, in nature, easily find.

This smooth white form, plain and unassuming,
A marvel of design, no splade can compare
To this, yet fans are too often left fuming
When they cannot find it in stores anywhere.

One can eat pudding, or corn, or pie
For the spork has it all, 'tis both pointed and round!
Most useful tool, this apple of my eye,
In design never flimsy, but solid and sound.
I could never revere a spoon or a fork,
But save my affections for the humble spork.