The dish and the spoon were having tea

What do you think will become of thee

Will I end up dusty on someone’s shelf

Just like that holiday who is a little elf

The spoon replied a bracelet I would be

Nice and round and pretty you’ll see

The dish laughed and said with a smile

I will be in pieces on a beach for a mile

Let’s not think of this and the time of day

We shall run away together as the fable say