The dish ran away with the spoon
The cow looked up at the moon
She mooooed unaware
That the spoon dished with flare
Stating: ‘plating that fast, gosh, beware!’
The dish winked back in delight
Abandoned the spoon’s mid-air flight
So the spoon flicked a fit; pulled up with a spit
And the cow turned to chops, in fright
Julie Cahill
Australian Children’s Poetry 