Spoon Of Secrets...
By Hamish J
Published 13 June 2018
My spoon is preferable.
It shimmers, it shines,
Stainless Steel
Its reflection dances with the stars
Your spoon is deteriorating,
It doesn't glitter
It doesn't sparkle.
It is left alone in the dark to rust.
My spoon is immense, it's the perfect fit
It feels right,
It's more superior than yours
It glistens through the night.
A spoon of secrets...
My spoon.