In a world of cotton candy delights,
The spoons march proudly in line,
In uniforms made of cardboard and fights,
Dancing a dance that’s far from divine.

The forks, armed with prongs all aglow,
Peep around corners of plates in their quest,
While knives, with a flair, put on a show,
Ready to duel in this comedic jest.

In the sky, the jelly clouds weep,
Pouring syrupy tears from their depths,
While...