* Based on a true story; an hommage to a waitress that was terrorised by spoons.
She was royal
Plunging her spoon in her tea cup
Fixing her eyes on the mound of sugar
That was melting as if it had received an
Executive Order
Animated
For distant memories before she landed on a sand dune
Fatigued
Without a spoon
Not a drop of tea or hot chocolate
To swirl in the swirling heat
The Man appears
Dressed in colours from Cameroon
Speaking like a duck in a cartoon
"I haveth no sthpoon, Queen Mother"
The Empress looked stricken
Her eyes dropped to the hot sand
"But" the Cameroonian continued, his voice rising
"If you follow me, you may get one."
With that he signalled that she cross the dune with him
She followed
Cursing the Devil
Dreaming of souping and scooping and ice cream ooping
And was never seen again.
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