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The Story of Dainty Dish

by Oonah V. Joslin

Dainty was bored. Hey, diddle diddle,
she thinks to herself;

What am I doing here?
This whole setting’s just wrong
for me. This pale cloth
like a shroud...
It’s deadsville round here!
There’s got to be more to do
than sit here and stew.

And Plate —
Now the knives were out —
Plate’s so... so...shallow.
Everything here’s bland

whereas I have depth and colour and
I’m worth much more than this.
I’m downright dishy. In fact,
well... tasty!
A catch.

Once more she saw herself
reflected in Spoon’s
silvery bowl and this time
she was sure he winked and she knew
she’d found her perfect match.

Cat played fiddle at the wedding.
Cow was over the moon and little dog laughed
and laughed and laughed.
Silly mongrel!

And Plate? Apart from an initial
empty feeling
he never really noticed she was gone.
To him one receptacle
was much like any other.

Copyright © 2012 by Oonah V. Joslin

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